The Royal Council

[The Celtic Viking]

"That is to be decided now."

Sarpedon paused, waved his hand to a slave who immediately ran up to him, and leaned in close. Sarpedon wispered something in is ear, and then the slave ran away. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of wine, and two nearly naked female slaves were with him. While the two female slaves started giving Sarpedon a massage, Sarpedon, all the while drinking the wine, proclaimed in an almost distant, disinterested voice.

All right, it's time for another Council Session. It starts now and will last for three days before it ends at 23:00 GMT in the 3rd of April, after which a vote will be held for 48 hours.

As he said this, he seemed to be concentrating more on the girls than the actual message, and it took a while for him to say even such a short thing, what will all the short pauses he took now and then. Almost as if he regretted he had to continue speaking, he threw a quick glance at Hierax's messenger, in a lame attempt to signify that he was now addressing him.

"Go... go get Hierax Syriakos. I'll congratulate him in person."