Agrippa Moves to the Pharos

The old house on goat hill just started to have too many memories for him. He wasn't yet willing to sell it, but now that Lola was gone, it was haunted by the memories of her laughter and worse, the way it had faded. The loss of cute was not a laughing matter. He had a deficiency of cute and it needed to be fixed. So it was euphemistically appropriate that he should move into the Pharos, where the most of the barracks for the detachment was on the lower floors. From the three floors the Over watch commander customarily held, beneath the massive fires over head and hoisted a hundred and fifty feet over the city, he felt like this was the way it was supposed to be, a sort of destiny. Remote, seeing but not touching, he drank his beer in the wide rooms with their rail-less balconies, and contemplate the future. The Pharos rooms were always lit from over head with an orange glow from the pyres, and the constant flow of Tharlarion oil or coal oil soaked wood kept a lot of people in Port Cos in business. The people bringing new furniture up the multiple steps and ramps were never happy when they got to the 25 foot across circular room he spent most of his time in.

He and the scribe slave were spending time together. Her demure nature pleased him and filled a little peaceful gap. At the same time he found his crueler side assuaged by abusing glory, whose death he feared, by his own hand, was edging ever closer.

"Take a letter," he snapped at the blue silks brunette.

"Be advised, Consul calls for the formation and meeting of the Port Cos senate. A single representative of every quarter in Port Cos will be called to represent their district. Senate meeting will be held in the council hall under guard. The Senate will convene as soon as an agenda can be devised. Any agenda items to be placed by district magistrates should be messaged to this office as soon as possible. Signed, Agrippa Pontus, Consul." When the scribe slave had taken the letter down he checked it and signed it beneath her words. Then he affixed the seal and sent the scribe slave down to the messenger caste office in the Pharos and turned back to the balcony to look over the city.

"Here we go." he said, resigned.