Io returns to the Magnaura in something of a rush, with a very obvious look of alarm on his face,

Good noblemen of the Empire, I believe I have just been painted with a most unpleasant brush by my former competitor for the position of Megas, Senator Voutoumitis. Did you seriously intend to imply that I am a rebel just because I happen to be making use of the largest road in the Empire?

I would have you know that I hold no grudges over the technicality by which you invalidated my campaign for Megas. We need not be enemies, you and I, if you will but restrain yourself from slander. Our nation has enough true enemies not to need a leader casting about for more!

I will repeat myself here for all, new and old, to hear; I am pursuing the killer of Grandmaster Armatos, whose death directly precipitated the extermination of Damascus. I wish to praise the good men of the Order, even the one with whom I may technically still be at war, for working to pay back the Turks for their crimes, but there are other crimes, greater crimes, which too must have a price taken in their name. I move to make that a reality, and the right thinking man at my side, also of the Order of St. John, moves with me.

If there are further questions about my intent please put them to me directly without the need of these petty insults!

Io looks about the chamber expectantly, remaining on his feet.