>>5423426>>5423429>>5423430>"Naturally."You head out of the bathhouse, flanked by your guards. This time, you do not need anyone to lead the way for you, and it makes you brim with pride and confidence. You're getting the hang of this. It almost feels natural, to be all done up in jewellery and rich clothes, armed men at your side, power in your hands.
You cross the courtyard, shielded from the sun by the balcony above. Then it's into the corridor, dead ahead. You can already hear the noise.
The dining hall is abuzz with activity. Tables are being carried into place, stools set up, braziers cleaned and re-stocked for the coming feast. There is a faint scent of broth in the air, certainly from the kitchens. You look around, seeing men scurry about with pots and foods and jugs and even a couch, carried by three slaves.
Through it all cuts a thundering voice you recognise, giving directions, shouting commands, driving the work on. He stands in the middle of the room, half a head taller than anyone else, but made eve mightier by the two wooden chairs he is stood on. He glances your way, and spreads his hands.
"My Lord!" Ur-Enza booms, leaping down from his vantage point and striding your way. "It is a poor show for now," he says, waving one hand dismissively at the commotion, "but give me a watch, and it will be a thing to sing about!"
>"How many guests are we expecting?">"I have no doubt you are fit for the task.">"Tell me about what you are doing.">WRITE-IN 