"It's a piece of metal," Ludo overheard Azrael simply state to Raven how meaningless the artifact was. As he observed the two in conversation he noticed when Azrael made the aloof comment about the coin(?) Raven winced. There had to be a reason the woman was wiping the blood anxiously off the pendant. "Maybe you should hold onto that pendant just in case, yeah?" Ludo expressed while peering over Raven's shoulder trying to examine what was engraved in the metal. As Azrael prattled on about the uselessness of the coin, there was a sudden transition of Azrael's attention now to his phone. He was swift and nimble with his hands. Ludovino gazed down at Azrael's blurred hands clacking away on his phone, and wondered who it was he was conversing with. It had to be about what had just happened in the alleyway. Or perhaps, he could have more information on what the pendant truly was.

Before Ludo could open his mouth to inquire more, Azrael referred to some sort of council. Ludo felt his whole body perk up at the mention of the congregation. It seemed that Raven had been in a predicament beforehand with this council and one gentleman named Frost. "Sounds like a real jackass anyway. Who would name their kid Frost?" Ludo amusingly thought to himself. He understood that it was not his place to get involved in what seemed to be an unpleasant past between Frost and Raven, so he let the conversation die down, not daring to make any sort of remark about it.

Shifting his attention now onto the muted murmur of the Cat's Meow, he partially listened to the conversation awkwardly fizzle out when there was no more information to give to one another. Noticing Azrael now fully concentrated on Ludo, he turned to face him. Azrael was quick to pick up that he spoke Italian. He also expressed that he had been by Italy when he proceeded to ask Ludo what part he was from. "Ah, Turin? È bello! (It's beautiful.) I'm from Naples. A bit on the grittier side, but nonetheless spectacular. It held fantastic food and expressive people." He cheerily bragged, reminiscing the recent past. "About the Hunter, does this kind of thing uh, happen in the city often? As far as rogue Hunters go?" Ludo questioned, shifting his focus between Azrael and Raven.

"It doesn't seem Hunters are well-uh, appreciated around here." Ludo mentioned as he glanced at all the people making sure they stayed out of Azrael's line of sight. "Az? That's a good nickname, I think I'll use it. You can call me Ludo or just Lud. No matter to me," Ludo toothily grinned. He continued to converse with Azrael, focused on each question he asked Ludo. "Yes, I'm new to the city. Moved in to Hawethorn village about a week ago. Fresh to the scene still. If you have any recommendations on good Italian food, I'm all ears. None can beat mother's though, yeah?" he joked around, now letting a bit of his guard down in the conversation between him and Az. "I've never been a part of a council. I'm not sure if that was ever prominent in my hometown. I do work for my father mostly. I plan on staying here for a bit. I feel this place will be...interesting, to say the least."

He slurped some more of his scotch as he concentrated on the back of the bar. "How long have you been here for? You work for this council, yeah?" As Ludo waited for a response he turned his barstool back to include Raven into the conversation as well. "Can I see that pendant for a second?" Ludo asked, as he extended out his palm. "I think you'll find alcohol will help clean the dried blood a bit better that just a rag. I promise I'll give it back," he warmly spoke. "Ah, even better," Ludo declared, as he pushed his scotch glass towards Raven. "I think it'd be better if you do it anyway. I wouldn't want to ruin anything." He looked her up and down, still trying to pin down her personality. "Where you from Raven?" "It seems you take part in this council as well?" Genuinely asking, Ludo leaned back in the bar stool and waited for her to speak.