[b]Bella![/b]

They come through the storm in their hundreds. Spreading out, encircling, making use of every sight-line and observation nook and choke point they built into the bones of their city. The warriors of Ceron know how to wield their numbers and everywhere you look is filled with ancient soldiers and their ropes and slings. Not here. Not here. Not here. They know how to search. Trap. Consolidate. The sounds of horns and drums gurgle through the clap of Victory-Granting Zeus' thunder. Everything here is your enemy.

The wolves close in from all directions. Circling. Flanking. Threatening. And sprinting ahead of them at their fore comes their king.

The alley goes dark, light blocked by the sudden shadow that fills the entire exit. The silhouette ignites as a violet-blue arrow leaps to his fingertips. You duck behind a building and the building [i]ceases to be[/i]. Through the rubble and the wreckage the King steps forwards to the sound of drums. Boom, boom, boom.

The world is shrinking. Step by step, obstacle by obstacle. Soon it shall be you, Redana and the King. 

And then it will be Redana and the King.

[b]Galnius![/b]

"Because you're a pirate," said Galnius. "You're a rebel. You're a servitor who has ceased performing her function and has gone on to lay claim to strength and station that does not belong to you."

She speaks frankly. You are a hero, after all, and one does not dissemble before one of your reputation.

"So your prediction for dishonour and treachery will naturally incline you to find alternatives to fighting. You plan to seek Aphrodite's aid rather than Apollo's, and will attempt to seduce the Admiral to distraction. And I cannot help but recall the legend of the time the Starsong Privateers smuggled an entire phalanx into a palace disguised as harem dancers."