Just left the meeting with those absolute idiots in the Gerousia. They’re sitting around trembling because an Oracle had a dream about Apollo. Honestly, if a god wants to punish me for defending my home, let them come. I’ve never met a god, and I don't plan on starting to fear them now.
That said, I'm not actually looking for a fight today—a nap and a decent cup of wine sound significantly better than dying in a shield wall. But if the time comes to stand, I'll stand.