Ancient Greece, Late Friday Night
Callisto turned the invitation over in her fingers, before finally tossing it on a brazier. Tempting as the potential for tormenting that version of the tiny blonde bard was, she had far more important matters on her mind.
She turned her attention to the maps laid out over the table. Her army were mere weeks out of Delphi, had left a trail of death and destruction behind them stretching as far back as Corinth, and yet, there was still no sign of of a self-righteous warrior princess intent on 'clearing her good name'. Sloppy heroism that, very, very sloppy.
She hoped that Xena hadn't managed to get herself killed without even having the decency of letting someone know, that would be embarrassing, all this effort for naught.
She turned her attention to the maps laid out over the table. Her army were mere weeks out of Delphi, had left a trail of death and destruction behind them stretching as far back as Corinth, and yet, there was still no sign of of a self-righteous warrior princess intent on 'clearing her good name'. Sloppy heroism that, very, very sloppy.
She hoped that Xena hadn't managed to get herself killed without even having the decency of letting someone know, that would be embarrassing, all this effort for naught.