>>5474051Set’ll be off on another foolhardy errand until he needs something from you. He’s a brutal teacher, and a consistently unreliable bastard, but you’ll still be poorer for his absence.
Bobo’s a solid guy and a great drinking buddy, but he doesn’t have the stomach for your kind of work. You’ll always be eternally grateful for how he’s been in your corner when you’ve needed it, but he may not approve of some of the business ventures you’ve got in the works, should he find out about them.
And Jack? Well, you already know how that story is going to end. In terms of pure logic, you made your peace with it a long time ago. But that doesn’t help with the tightness in your chest whenever you think long and hard about it.
Some days, it almost seems like you’re destined to be alone; that everyone and everything you grow close to is just going to evaporate as soon as you turn your back,
A deep, venomously bitter part of yourself whispers that the only thing keeping anyone by your side is the utility you provide.
You smack yourself in the face, hard, in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. That’s enough self-pity for one day.
You’re not just some attack dog that people tolerate out of fear or obligation; you’ve
And nobody (besides you) is ever going to dictate the course of your life ever again.
Just ask Lok how well it’s gone for him so far.
While setting up camp, you hold an impromptu meeting to flesh out the groups for the foray into Rome.
After a bit of back-and-forth, it’s decided that you and Bobo’ll tour the Colosseum in the morning, and you’ll make time to visit the Pantheon with Pandion in the evening.
That morning, Set takes direct control of the wheel and drops both you and Bobo off a respectable distance away from the Colosseum; apparently he and Thoth are off to visit the birthplace of Romulus and Remus.
Meanwhile, Jack and Pandion are intent on visiting one of the old Roman bathhouses.
Covering the distance on foot is fine by you anyhow, the best way to learn the heartbeat of a city is by actually walking its streets and taking things slow.
It’s still pretty early in the day when you and Bobo reach the Colosseum; the line for tickets moves fast and you’re able to successfully pass Bobo off as a hairy child in exchange for reduced price of admission.
Your first impressions are that even as a ruin, the place is still amazing!
It’s uncanny to imagine that you’re treading in the same arena as genuine gladiators.
Part of you would relish the opportunity to see the Colosseum in its prime and take in a couple fights. As barbaric as people like to make it sound, it’s probably still less violent than hockey.
As Bobo stops to take a few snapshots, you’re suddenly distracted by some kind of strange tingling.
> Roll me some 1d100+20DC to be determined.
