Iakovos ek Kallipoleos limped his way into the Magnaura covered in blood, some fresh, some old, some of it his own. He chest heaved as he strained to breathe through his last lung, and fumbled his way around trying to look through his one good eye. Iakovos looked at the other senators, and then promptly fell to his knees, and then to the floor. In his hand he held tightly a bloodstained scroll.