:Personal matters being what they were, his cousin in the hands of the Arian Warriors she had chosen, it put him in even greater a mood to watch men of that caste suffer. Simple enough then to assist where his people were needed, as was later discussed with the sailor, Agrippa. The men outfitted in blue, the insignia of the Old Academy still stitched to their aging cloaks, they slipped in to back the other Scribe in his attack. Bridgemont showing its support by helping the others of their caste, ableit undercover in a way most did not ascribe to Scribes.
For his own part, Lucian wanted no further territory here, the ownership bringing him more coin that he didn't need, and yet no real peace of mind. That had elluded him always, politics and scholarship his mainstays. Whatever social mechanisms he might have possessed had all but shut down now, the rare difference being when he was around the happy family in Ar. Something he had already determined he would never have. So ironic that people of the Black should find this, and not one of the Blue, yet he did not begrudge them their joy. He was Uncle Lucian, and there were worse things to be.
Returning to his office at the Old Academy now, consultation over beer tainting his mood, he began the planning for the next series of moves as requested by his associates. Ostia was in the city, controlled some portion he knew, but as usual that family alliance was all but nonexistent. In this for himself, and the ignorant population that no one else would allow to learn. Teach the masses, and you held their hearts, as well as their minds. Control:
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