Delos

Judah was laying down on a bed in an inn somewhere. The innkeeper was reluctant to let him stay, but Judah took the place by force. It was super early in the morning, so the citizens of Delos weren't aware that they'd lost their ruler.

Judah sat up. "They're here."

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stomp, stomp, stomp.

These were the footsteps of a man that weighed over five hundred pounds.

He made loud gulping noises as he downed a large bottle of booze. He wiped his mouth. "Ahh… that's the stuff!"

Vamira, in her shiny black leather suit, was clinging to his right arm, all smiles. Though it was apparent that she'd gotten drunk. "I drank too much…! What was I supposed to be doing again? I can't remember. I'm just… really happy right now."

"Look at this city!! It's magnificent!! Maybe I should think about becoming a king instead! Ahahahaha!!"

Judah walked down the golden brick path, the tailcoat of his jacket flowing in the wind. "You're the one who's been following me all night?"