Ronin walked towards the city gate and put his hood up, he had found a discarded cloak along the road. He kept his hand at the pommel of his sword at all times as he approached the squad of guards at the gate.
A line of people streamed up towards it, luckily Ronin had learned fast how to slip through crowds. When the guards saw him one approached him and asked, "Business here?"
Ronin then said in a husky version of his voice with a slight accent, "I hav' buisness withe eh' my brother, get that? eh'?"
The guard shook his head and leaned closer, "name? and that of your brother's?"
"I am, eh', Vizzini La' Spaccini. My brother is a certain Ferunetti Spaccini, got that eh'?" said Ronin, the guard couldn't see he was grinning.
the guard rolled their eyes and said, "sure, sure, Ferunetti is in the city, you may come inside."
Once Ronin was safely passed the gates Toran said, "That was a little over the top Ronin."
"I know, but that is how Sicilians act any ways." said Ronin as he turned down an alleyway.