Rolled 12, 1, 16 = 29 (3d20)
>>6121154"Why it's a spirit from the opulent World! Unique indeed!"
The Romans each look at the bottle with due respect and praise the rarity of it. You give each of them a very generous serving of Absinthe and ask them to try the much weaker wine they possess in exchange. It won't do to get completely smashed; you might accidentally reveal something you regret.
The Romans drink the Absinthe with gusto and bite into sweets to wash away the bitter taste. Water is left completely untouched by them, you use it to water the wine served. Talk flows easily and amiably as the Romans boast of the entertainments they left behind and how they wished to show the pleasures to be had.
They describe the Games at the Domus Aurea in vivid detail. Full on fights between brave gladiators against exotic beasts and epic mock naval battles when they flood it into a lake. They make commentary about their favorite gladiators, the merits and demerits of each vaunted name that mean nothing to you. The Absinthe must be working, the conversation is much more animated now. These Romans have a taste for blood and death, some of the more gruesome results of matches curdles your opinion of them.
"I won a talent betting on Artikos! I told King Mordred she should make a bet on him, it was a sure win. She refused, and told the Imperator it was better ban such things."
Evidently, Mordred share the same poor opinion of the entertainment. You wonder about Lucius though and press to hear what the Emperor's reaction was.
"Our Imperator wouldn't hear of it. She suggested that Mordred join in the Games with her Baphomets in a naumachia. The more and more the Golden Theatre feeds on the drama of blood, sweat and tears, the great is the glory of Roma. None can stand against the empire's might."
Is this an attempt in intimidation? The Romans clearly want you to quaver in reaction to this dreadful building that empowers their rule allegedly. Ah, but ignorance is bliss. This Golden Theatre means absolutely nothing to you. You take a swig of the golden colored wine in your simple goblet.
<span class="mu-r">"The Emperor can keep her Golden Theatre and her Games. I have Camelot, my Baphomets and my Herald, Dread Agreste."</span>
Ah, there's that ripple of apprehension again. That subtle stiffening of smiles in the face even as they raise their cups of strong spirits to toast you.
"To the Gods and the King, we raise our cups and pray she enjoy a long reign, full of glory."
"To the Gods and to the Emperor, I raise my cup and pray she rules peacefully and magnificently, so that finds her way home to the World."
>I need 3 anons to roll 1d20. 