Pompey sits on his throne (aka some random chair) and grumbles, listening to Lucius rambling to Mor about his ambitious plans to be at the Sons of Calydon.

"Lucius, stop dreaming about impossible scenarios. You and Mor better account on everyone's rations so we don't waste valuable resources."

Lucius leaves with more while still chatting. Pompey sighs and drinks from his glass before hearing the sound dried branches snapping nearby. He picks up his sword and stands up, looking around.

"Who goes there? Show yourself this instant."