[ Alberto follows the others' gaze... It definitely doesn't look like Portorosso. But indeed, maybe best to follow the herd in this moment, as much as Alberto's loath to, in another sense... But this guy's looking for his friends? Maybe Alberto should be doing the same? ]
Fine. Andiamo. You help me find my friends, I'll help you find yours.
[ He sets off walking toward the cliffs, gesturing at Laphicet with a limp wave to usher him to follow — as if this was his idea! ]
Have you seen a boy named Luca? Like this tall, short dark curly hair, brown eyes, skinny, fish face?
[ What a way to describe someone... "Fish face?" He gestures to his friend's height as they walk, just a few inches shorter than Alberto himself. Ignoring any comment about an inn for now; let's not get ahead of themselves, here... If they're not in Portorosso, then Alberto wants to find a way back fast. He wants to go places, y'know, on purpose. Was he kidnapped?! ]
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Fine. Andiamo. You help me find my friends, I'll help you find yours.
[ He sets off walking toward the cliffs, gesturing at Laphicet with a limp wave to usher him to follow — as if this was his idea! ]
Have you seen a boy named Luca? Like this tall, short dark curly hair, brown eyes, skinny, fish face?
[ What a way to describe someone... "Fish face?" He gestures to his friend's height as they walk, just a few inches shorter than Alberto himself. Ignoring any comment about an inn for now; let's not get ahead of themselves, here... If they're not in Portorosso, then Alberto wants to find a way back fast. He wants to go places, y'know, on purpose. Was he kidnapped?! ]