Tulio and Miguel, the two "gods" of the city of El Dorado, laid atop a silk mattress and the finest sheets in the area, taking a drowsy nap from their long night of partying. Miguel muttered and sputtered drunkly in his sleep, his hair messy and his face stuffed into a pillow. Tulio was crunched into an awkward ball while snoring and drooling. You walked closer to them, as you were their appointed servant they claimed the day before, and adjusted their pillows. What now?