Locutius of Gor

"I am home," he announced.

Indeed.

Locutius of Gor entered the Great Theater of Pentilicus Tallux with the ease of pater familias, with a greater ease, in fact, than I walk into either of my two domiciles. Twelve cities, glorious Ar included, claim themselves to be the birthplace of Locutius. He is to the stage what Scormus is to The Game. There is little wonder, then, that the world's finest stage feels like home to him. He is not intimidated by the stage, but that is not to say he does not have the proper reverence for it. I watched the way he caressed the worn wood of the floorboards before lifting himself onto the it, the manner in which he breathed when he stood there, as if to let the very history of the place fill his lungs. He will assume one of the two principal roles in The Good Citizen.

I have a healthy trepidation about Locutius and Turianus sharing the stage. Both have the confidence one expects of an orator, but both are quite used to being the focus of the adoring public. They are professional men, however. I do not doubt that they can find a way to co-exist. The next month should prove to be anything but dull.