From the top a house a short distance away from the coliseum, the man gazes around the ruins of Rome.
'God, I wouldn't want to piss of the blokes that did this much damage.
"Well, do you see anything?" His hooved friend calls from below him, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yea, I think I see some people and even," He sqints harder agains the sun,
"Yea, even a ship of sorts I think."
"Anything else?"
"Nope, I reckon the ship's our best bet." The man says, descending from his perch with a series of well placed jumps.
"Come on, let's go meet the locals."
Capatcha= Level playing field, foreshadowing? You can be the judge of that
