The Protoasecretes eyes the Senators as they begin trickling into the Magnaura. He leans over to a scribe and whispers, "Is it time for another damn session again?" The young lad nods slightly. "Damn! I have a fresh cask of Sicilian wine sitting in my villa, and now it'll be a week before I can get out there." He sighs heavily, and stands. After reaching the center of the room, he bangs his staff loudly on the marble floor.

"I hereby declare the Senate Session of 1110 AD open! It will remain open until... uh... a time to be decided later."