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(Video; UN: sing of the rage)

(Three days have passed since his arrival. Three days spent in confinement while he recovers from...something. He recalls white powder on his fingertips - Patroclus would know the name of it - but that's all. Now he is in his benefactor's wing. Vannozza Spina.

As ever, he is blunt.)

I do not care for this welcome. (It feels like a ploy to pull the wool over his eyes. Achilles has never fallen for ploys and he won't start now.) This is where I introduce myself. I am Achilles Peleides and if you are at war, show me where the men are fighting.

(He will drink wine and party after.)

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I've never done that.

I can be still. So still that animals walk right by me.

And the dead take you for their own?

I've never stopped my breath for that long.

You have learned out purpose here?

To flee east.

To play at politics? To put on a show?

Ah yes, that too. What lies in the East?

The witch Karsa speaks of beacons to deliver us home.

Then let us set out. All we need to carry is food, water and our weapons.

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A pathway rests in this citadel. Dormant.

Where? My mother can't hear me or I would seek her aid. For once.

The beacon sleeps. You may seek it out.

What a shame it lacks ears.

The liege's successors may revive it.

We toil to leave.

The ones we serve?

You must miss home.

We each have duty.

I've never taken orders well.

What alternative?

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