[b]Vasilia![/b]

Guards lower. The guards of the gods, the guards of the hoplites, the guard of the princess, the guard of the Emperor. There is plenty, and Zeus has declared that there is to be peace. And so, here in the machine hell at the heart of Baradissar, there is peace.

In this moment, beneath the auspices of the Thunderer delighted, opportunity comes. As food fades away, and as Dionysus weaves their magic over the cups with gleaming fingers, tongues loosen and secrets start to slip. Vasilia, you may ask one question of anyone present, and Dolce may ask another - as Heroes of the People you do not need to roll for this, simply ask and you shall learn.