EP idea

Things have not been going well. Her spies have been conveniently removed from the board, the worst possible political powers are rising unchallenged, and now elements to ruin her best pieces are at play in her city. Not best pleased is the smallest way to describe how things are.

So it is that the Luidaeg, wearing an older face than those who know her would recognize, sits by the fire with a few bottles of whiskey that haven't been seen since the Titanic sank. She opens one and pours a generous glass, only to take a deep drink and smack her lips. Shits going Roman so what the fuck.