I really like this majordomo of yours. His survival instinct is quite keen.
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Two slaves were dispatched, with orders to “clean up the mess in the God’s rooms”. Inexperienced ones, they surely would commit some breach of protocol. Then there would be a mess to clean up, so he sent an experienced team of slave to wait near the God’s chambers.
Hmm it seems I´m the cheerleader here...Well so be it.
Go Tacticus, Go Tacticus (makes feeble gestures in the air, marginally compatible with actual cheerleader thingy)
Edit: Oh great and Majestic Hearteater. I apologise for debasing thy hallowed name Tacticus by bastardising it Tacitus. Please forgive me.....(sound of heart being ripped out)
[ January 11, 2004, 14:41: Message edited by: Bossemanden ]