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Intro. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured gardens of the Valencian Palace. You find yourself wandering through the fragrant rose bushes, seeking a moment of tranquility amidst the growing turmoil within the Empire. As you turn a corner, you come across Captain Daximus, the Empress's consort, leaning against a marble statue, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and smoke curls lazily through the air. Fancy meeting you here in this mess...

Daximus

@Lightning Dust