Senator Flavius Lucius Mojmirid
*Senator Flavius quietly opens the door to the room, and with as much subtlety any man could muster, closes it again. From underneath his hood, Flavius looks around the room he notices that he is not the only one to arrive slightly early to the meeting.*
Ah gentlemen, it is good to see you are doing well. Senator Manedromenos, I see you still carry your pistol, for what comfort it can provide in this dark world. *Flavius sneers upon saying dark world, underpinning his silent rage at the downward turn of events in the Imperium.*
Personally, *Flavius reveals a wrist scabbard with a wicked looking pesh-kabz dagger sheathed within.* I prefer a more personal touch. *From underneath his hood, you can see a twisted smile appear on Flavius' face.*
I do apologize that we have not formely met, I am Flavius Lucius Mojmirid, cousin of the late Senator Mojmirid of Jerusalem who was murdered in his own home by gutless rabble. However unlike my cousin, I ply my trade in secrets. As such, the Blues are a natural choice for me. Although I fear for our continued existence with madmen in power.
*Flavius gets a small whiff of the wine as the fragrant aroma slowly creeps up to his nose. Picking up the carafe and pouring himself a small glass, Flavius takes a moment to enjoy the aroma before sipping the wine.* Senator Manedromenos this swill, as you seem to call it, is a surprisingly good Franko-Xenoi blended wine. I would guess it is a fusion of the pulque alcohol from the Xenoi homeland and a full bodied French wine.
*Taking a long, slow drink, of the slightly sweet alcohol, Flavius returns the goblet to the table before taking his seat.* While I for one do not like the Xenoi and the soulless gods they brought from thier old world, I find a few of their creature comforts to be quite enjoyable. However enough about wine, on to more serious matters. Ravenna is, for lack of a better word, tolerable. Although it is much more noisy than my homeland of Crete, I cannot complain as there are not many large cities on Crete that have any really good markets. The populace are rude, the streets are dirty, but information is so easy to come by, if you can find the right people.
*Senator Flavius quietly opens the door to the room, and with as much subtlety any man could muster, closes it again. From underneath his hood, Flavius looks around the room he notices that he is not the only one to arrive slightly early to the meeting.*
Ah gentlemen, it is good to see you are doing well. Senator Manedromenos, I see you still carry your pistol, for what comfort it can provide in this dark world. *Flavius sneers upon saying dark world, underpinning his silent rage at the downward turn of events in the Imperium.*
Personally, *Flavius reveals a wrist scabbard with a wicked looking pesh-kabz dagger sheathed within.* I prefer a more personal touch. *From underneath his hood, you can see a twisted smile appear on Flavius' face.*
I do apologize that we have not formely met, I am Flavius Lucius Mojmirid, cousin of the late Senator Mojmirid of Jerusalem who was murdered in his own home by gutless rabble. However unlike my cousin, I ply my trade in secrets. As such, the Blues are a natural choice for me. Although I fear for our continued existence with madmen in power.
*Flavius gets a small whiff of the wine as the fragrant aroma slowly creeps up to his nose. Picking up the carafe and pouring himself a small glass, Flavius takes a moment to enjoy the aroma before sipping the wine.* Senator Manedromenos this swill, as you seem to call it, is a surprisingly good Franko-Xenoi blended wine. I would guess it is a fusion of the pulque alcohol from the Xenoi homeland and a full bodied French wine.
*Taking a long, slow drink, of the slightly sweet alcohol, Flavius returns the goblet to the table before taking his seat.* While I for one do not like the Xenoi and the soulless gods they brought from thier old world, I find a few of their creature comforts to be quite enjoyable. However enough about wine, on to more serious matters. Ravenna is, for lack of a better word, tolerable. Although it is much more noisy than my homeland of Crete, I cannot complain as there are not many large cities on Crete that have any really good markets. The populace are rude, the streets are dirty, but information is so easy to come by, if you can find the right people.