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You don't like the Romans; they are unpardonably rude to openly reveal their mockery in the Throne room. They pissed you off, but, fortunately for them, you don't feel like verbally ripping into them and wasting a once-a-day Trait to press the advantage.
Also, there's something unusual about Legatus Gaius. During prayers before the meal, you try to puzzle out what it is. The tense face of the Roman never seems to relax, and despite his previous insistence last night to negotiate a trade deal with Camelot as soon as possible, he barely makes mention of it this morning.
Something is afoot. Hanbei mentioned that the Romans are afraid, but how could your brief sparring with the Herald trigger such a reaction? Your gaze rests on the envoy's guards, and they too seem tense and uncomfortable.
Another thing to figure out as King. During the meal, conversation turns to a strange subject.
"How often do you meet with the Herald?" Legatus Gaius casually asks as his porter carefully wipes his lips with a silken handkerchief. Daily life must be incredibly inconvenient being just a head; how is it possible for a head to eat and drink? There's no stomach for such things to drop into. Moreover, what is with this conservation? You'd have thought that the Roman would turn to the subject of trade and allying with Rome.
"As often as necessary."
Weaving a web of bullshit for maximum discomfort to the Roman is easy. You confirm nothing and let his doll-like head fill in the gaps. If this cotton-stuffed bastard could perspire, he'd be drenched in cold sweat. But by the same token, you have only a vague idea what these prying questions about Agreste are trying to confirm.
You take the opportunity to weave an addition to a tissue of lies about delaying negotiations until the Guild elections are over. The doll-like Roman is relieved by the delay for some reason and agrees very easily.
"Of course, nothing gets done in Roma when candidates stand for election. Why the Senate electoral season is prolonged and cutthroat. Sometimes quite literally! The peaceable canvassing by candidates is utterly astonishing to my eye."
"Ah, well, Camelot is unique. That reminds me. If you could order the <span class="mu-i">Zama</span> to come to the docks, we will have an easier time providing provisions for your crew. They are to remain onboard; they do not have leave to come into the city."
In reality, you want them closer so the ship can be observed more closely and prevent it from running away. Close by is the island of Logres Minor, housing the Lighthouse and inaccessible to your Baphomets with their current vessels. The Longship Meeps, being the most experienced in nautical matters, have taken the lead in selecting a discrete crew to transfer provisions and look into the ship.
