The two cousins scarcely had a need to talk as they set off with Aurelio leading the way, idle conversation aside. Passersby who looked at them would see their family resemblance -- though it was not an obvious one -- and many even knew one man or the other (sometimes both). Where reputation and familiarity did not precede, their state of dress and confidence of bearing did the introducing for them. They were noticed. Heads would turn to watch them pass, and those dressed with the conservative flair of the poor either did their best to get out of their way or would step forward from the skirts of merchants' stalls and alleys to reach for charity with empty hats or palms.
Aurelio ignored the majority of them with a customary smirk, sometimes winking at a particularly pretty girl should their eyes happen to meet. Matronly sorts would cluck their tongues and scoot any unattached girls along, experience making them sensitive to the leers of rakes. They needn't have bothered. Aurelio did not slow as he lead Erebos along to his studio (though neither did he hurry them), though he did occasionally turn to murmur some joke or acerbic observation to his younger cousin as they passed the crowds caught in daily routine. The two men had the luxury of taking a day to attend to their personal endeavors -- many of the people they passed did not and would not ever have that. Not that it mattered to Aurelio. He seemed amused by the daily grind, if he noticed it at all.
The walk took them half an hour before he took the final turn onto a small, hard-packed dirt road. The theater could be seen towards their right, past empty lots that had been overrun with grass and scrub, while two over-sized buildings took up the length of the short road on the left. At the end of the road was their destination, which Aurelio gestured to. "Here is where I have housed my troupe, though I have had to place them into the basement, much to their chagrin." He did not appear apologetic, or chagrined himself, in the least. "I saw no need to purchase them their own building when I had space available here, though I have promised them an upgrade should they be profitable at the end of their second year in operation. Right now. . ." he shrugged, an indication that profits were not at projected margins. He smiled, and it didn't quite reach his eyes. "This is where you act as my marketing manager and adviser, appealing to all the puffed up shirts and coming up with ingenious ways to book the girls."
Aurelio talked as they entered the building, coming into a tastefully decorated front room dominated by two impressive desks. One of them was occupied by a bored looking young man who looked up, saw, Aurelio, and got smoothly to his feet. Aurelio waved him down, not otherwise acknowledging or making the effort of introductions. He took a key from his pocket and unlocked an iron grate that covered a side-door. Another key was used to unlock the side door, which in turn lead to a stairwell. It was not so nice as the front room, its stairs worn and the walls made from undecorated, unpainted plaster. He took the stairs down, and opened the door at the bottom to reveal a plain, though handsome, room. It was large and rectangular, the length of the room covered in mirrors -- proof that Aurelio had invested a good bit of money into his dancers as it was. There were two doors at one end and one door at the other. It was only a fraction the size of the building above it, proof enough that there were either sizeable offices or more practice rooms further along.
"My Eyropan flower, I have a guest to see you!" Aurelio called out, startling two young women who had been engrossed under the direction of an older, more severe looking woman. Said severe looking woman frowned at the two Merynir men, gesturing to the left door at the far end of the room. Aurelio winked at Erebos. "Thank you, lovely Sara. I'll introduce you all later, I promise." The latter was added airily as Aurelio started walking towards the indicated door.