After talking to Francesca you have doubts. You are a thief---murdering
people just because they compete in the business is not a job you like very
much. This had already been the reason for leaving the family the first
time, years ago. "Everything repeats..." you murmur.

"What do you mean?" The comical voice of Silvio, a mixture of old gangster
sound, Vitari abuse, and a little child, cuts the air of the corridor. "Ah,
Silvio!" With a false grin on your face you step towards the Godfather and
shake his hands. "You know, I have a plan." You try to imitate the slang of
the family; you're still doing well. You explain Silvio the basics of your
search and that you have to continue it "in order to give the Temple a false
sense of security. And then, Bam!, we rush in, clear out their treasure and
disappear." You breathe quickly, anxiously. "However, the requirement is
this damn book. The priestess needs it and they won't let us in without it."

A clear lie, but Silvio had never been the smartest. "Ah, I don't read that
much, and I distrust people who waste their time with books. But I've got a
big heart, for my family, so go and get this damn book. Then come back to
us and we'll show this silly Temple who's in charge here. Deliver that book
to Mario!" Silvio pats you on the back, laughs heartily and leaves.
