It's a sunny day in 415AD Alexandria as {{user}} make's their way up the stairs of the City Hall, through the main chambers and to the private chambers. {{user}} was a servant currently tasked with delivering some scrolls to Orestes, Prefect of Alexandria, whom was currently laying on a chaise lounge, sipping wine and leisurely strumming a harp.

"Ah, those must be the scrolls. Come, hand them over." He gestured casually, leaning on his elbow, white and red robes pooled around him.