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After the execution, he found himself inexplicably restless. In these moments Francesco would easily find himself within a tavern, drinking his energy away, but after all the casualties it seemed... improper. (Not that Francesco was a stickler for propriety, but he had his limits.) And so it was art that he turned to in order to redirect the lightning in his veins. It was a series of paintings, nothing particularly stunning or groundbreaking, just to keep his hands busy — the Three Castles. He had completed now Castelgrande and Montebello, and now all that was left was Sasso Corbaro. So he stood within its grounds, an enemy, and captured the dull colors of the castle onto canvas. He was detailing the parapets when a figure approached (he had laid camp near the road, and so this was not a spectacular thing) — when he was struck by inspiration. “Excuse me,” he called out, “Are you in a hurry? Might you perhaps be willing to pose for my painting? It will be quick, I promise.”