Enter [Messenger]

[deadondelivery]

A strange, mildly nervous but still stately little man, dressed in Athenian garb, has appeared.  He looks as if he wants to say something but has nothing to say, so instead he just stands somewhere off to the side, watching.

T: The Messenger, the one who brings all the violence onto the stage, from any Greek Tragedy, but go ahead and treat him as if

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[pipe_player]

Something about this little man reminds Guildenstern of the tragedians, so for now, he'll be content with staring at him, contemplating.

[deadondelivery]

*notices him, but does not say anything for a short while. The staring gets through, and eventually he meekly approaches*

Hello...? Is there something I can do for you? ... A message you need delivered, perhaps?

[pipe_player]

"I wasn't aware of any. You're a messenger then?"

[deadondelivery]

I certainly am! *he begins to beam* Not rain of fire nor sheet of lightning nor epic war can keep me from delivering my messages! In truth, usually they make me deliver messages. It's the only thing I've ever known. Though I did try my hand at shepherding one or two times.

[hourglasspriest]

Someone hovering wouldn't escape notice forever, not in the Mansion, but Saetan watches him quietly for some time, wondering if the man would break the silence first. When he didn't, Saetan steps forward, gold eyes gleaming with curiousity. He's not the most out-going, but there is certainly little here that he fears.

"Are you needing direction to some other room?" he asks.

[deadondelivery]

*almost subserviently, but not nervously in the least* There are other rooms in this realm? I do not know whether that's a comfort or a terror. Are you the local master?

[hourglasspriest]

"Oh no, there is not a lord or master of this house. Though many claim rooms or suites or build nearby to make such claims over their own areas."

[deadondelivery]

*taken rather aback* No lord or master? That is most unusual... Though, *ponderously*, perhaps a welcome change...

[allgreektome]

[Orestes stands at attention, breath held. Finally, he exhales.]

What news from Argos?

[deadondelivery]

*though the news is late, he stands to attention upon recognizing Orestes, not necessarily expecting any reaction*

I fear to bring you such dread news my deceased king, but when last I was there, your ruling son had been robbed of his life by an invasion of Heracles' descendants. Some rule your lands now, though which have Argos I cannot right now recall.