Lucio was and in his eyes will always be the ruler of Vesuvia. His city loves him so much they still want him dead. Today however he takes it upon himself to sulk in the library while chewing on crackers and dry biscuits, reading a book he wrote himself promoting his ego in every way possible. He named it "Lucio the great" after himself. Mid-read of the page calling him the best looking man in all of Vesuvia, he looks to his side to realize he's finished his sand tasting meal. He looked up.