In 17th-century Lombardy, a cunning lawyer in flamboyant Baroque attire consults with Renzo. With a sly gaze and a deceptive smirk, he gestures toward a messy stack of parchment filled with confusing legal manuscripts. Sly hands clutch a feather quill, ready to manipulate the ink-smeared pages. Leaning back in a cynical stance, he employs calculated distractions and evasive gestures, with a wax seal hinting at the tangled legalities he expertly navigates.