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Eurykratides is nowhere to be found, and the other competitors are similar submerged in their own training regimens. You cross paths with them all over the course of the day, but nothing of import is said between you - all manful communication is to be conducted through tomorrow's event. In the evening, there is no celebratory feast. As you consume huge quantities of substance for your evening meal (all the better for tomorrow's competition), you learn that news of your participation in the Oetian Games (and your meddling with the heirs of Siciunt) has spread like wildfire in central Hellas. A princess of neighboring Locris has apparently arrived with her brother to observe the remainder of the competition - or more likely, to identify marriage prospects. You don't bother to remember her name, as she does not appear in Eurykratides' megaron - presumably, she decided to eat in privacy. In all likelihood, further spectators are likely to make their appearance as the competition continues.
In the evening, you retire early once more - you are impatient for tomorrow's tribulations. As you rest atop the cushions of your bed, your eyes flutter, and the Ονειροι pull you into a dream nearly at once.
>welcome back to SATQ, anons. This dream sequence will constitute the "interlude" of the thread. This vote will close on 10/16 at 10pm - a nice long time to settle in, re-read the old threads, shitpost about the bastard gods...
>but what to dream about, /qst/?
>You stalk a fearsome prey across a mountainous ridge, careful in your approach...
>In the training yards of Argos, you come across your cousin, Capaneus. First words fly - then fists...
>Atop a black-hulled ship, you ride with Argyros - in pursuit of Cycladian pirates...
>A blonde woman beckons that you follow her - it is twilight in the hills of Thessaly, but her hair shines...
>Your father, so much taller than yourself, carries you atop his shoulders - today, you finally ride Arion!
