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Ciro started cleaning his fingernails, and not only because they were rather dirty. He needed to focus his mind on something and, more importantly, keep his head down. Ciro was of a nervous disposition, and too much eye contact with anyone else could be a bad idea at this time. He was all too aware of a young girl at a far table eagerly trying to catch his eye.
Ciro braced himself. He knew, of course, that he would have to interact with other people but he could not convince himself that he was ready for such activity. He did not trust himself. Not only that, he did not trust the orchestrator of this scenario. Who had placed him here? Who was on his side? How could he accomplish his goal when all was unsure?
He sighed deeply and swept his hair back from his face. He glanced at the girl who was now offering him a funny smile. Ciro guessed she had had a few too many ales, so he smiled back at her. She seemed safe enough, and, if nothing else, he could probably amuse her sufficiently to win a much-needed drink.
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