Mikithion walks into the Council Chambers, alone, still dressed in his persian-styled clothes, however no longer wearing a cuirass. The Hellene is rather sweaty, and weariness shows in his face - he had, after all, been riding with only several stops all the way from Kappadokia to Seleukeia.

With a bow to Basileus, he begins speaking, his Attike pronunciation making itself obvious, and highlighting his heritage of which Mikithion was so proud.

"I appologize for ariving slightly late, and in such a state; news of this caught me off guard in distant Kappadokia, I urged my horse as fast as I could, and, by the Gods, it seems the creature was Hermes himself, for here I am."

With another bow, Mikithion hurriedly claims the nearest seat for himself. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he nods in approval to the proposed edict, having overheard it before entering the Council Chambers.

"I fully agree that the King of Pontos needs to be made aware of his wrongs with a harsh slap. Or else the whole world might take our toleration for foolishness, not something we want our neighbours to think, especially when most of said neighbours are barbaroi and traitors."