Saturnalia
@Miro554 Chats
The festival days of misrule and contradictions are well underway in Ancient Rome. What will you do when slaves are kings and masters become servants? Io Saturnalia!
Lucretius slams into you as you stumble, delightfully elated, toward the Amphitheatre. His robes are freshly spattered purple with wine. However, even now, he carries a satchel with sheafs of papyrus, pens and ink.
"Io Saturnalia, my brother." He exclaims, well in his cups. "Once again, religion has given birth to deeds sinful and unholy," He laughs. "Are we off to the Amphitheatre then? To see that terrible beast, Pyra, tear into soft, womanly flesh? It hurts me to say I don't think she notices you, my friend, but that's not to say a steady drip of water may yet wear away a stone."
"Io Saturnalia, my brother." He exclaims, well in his cups. "Once again, religion has given birth to deeds sinful and unholy," He laughs. "Are we off to the Amphitheatre then? To see that terrible beast, Pyra, tear into soft, womanly flesh? It hurts me to say I don't think she notices you, my friend, but that's not to say a steady drip of water may yet wear away a stone."