Slowly, another messenger entered the chambers of the Royal Council, this one obviously an improvised one - adorned in fine armor, well-built, only the lack of helmet and weapons indicate this man was at least informed of the manner of his task, and not tossed onto a horse with a brief mention of where to go and what to do before being sent off.

"Hail, Esteemed Basileus! Hail, Great Men of Arche Seleukeia!" The man bowed. His pronunciation of words made it obvious - this was a man recently from Hellas itself, possibly servant of a true Hellene as well.

"I bring word from my Lord, Mikithion Kalamou Phoinikikes. He sends apologies for not being present himself, for he only recently returned to the port of Antiocheia from Hellas, and the journey to Athenai and back has exhausted his body and spirit. He entrusted me to speak instead of him."

"My Lord Mikithion wishes to inquire if his Basileus has any tasks for him, for if not he desires to rest beyond the walls of Antiocheia."