[Anthony is still wandering around in a confused daze. He is curious to get a better look around, but he has the same lost look that many newcomers seem to have.
As he'd been planning to explore the grounds, specifically some structure he'd overheard a few people talking about, he'd gotten himself dressed and looked half decent considering the staff who'd delivered breakfast was nowhere to be found to help him dress.
He tilts his head, the names of the depicted gods familiar from his latin and history lessons, hazy memories from his childhood. His gaze meets that of another man, dressed in a toga and giving offerings, and he gives him a polite nod, tipping his hat.] Good morning. I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Bacchanal
As he'd been planning to explore the grounds, specifically some structure he'd overheard a few people talking about, he'd gotten himself dressed and looked half decent considering the staff who'd delivered breakfast was nowhere to be found to help him dress.
He tilts his head, the names of the depicted gods familiar from his latin and history lessons, hazy memories from his childhood. His gaze meets that of another man, dressed in a toga and giving offerings, and he gives him a polite nod, tipping his hat.] Good morning. I hope I'm not interrupting anything.