Greek Takeover

Never one to pass up an opportunity to watch someone else fight, the call bought a smirk to Deluge's face. Her sisters wouldn't be far behind, not with the crowns still fresh on their own heads. Change was brewing across the lands it seemed.

Bottles clinked over her hips as she approached the challenger, it seemed his opponent was yet to arrive. Her head tipped, considering. She hadn't met him before, but she took a seat and raised a bottle in a silent toast. She'd see what she could parse out from those that came in support of him, until then, this seemed as good an excuse as any to get shitfaced and shout a little.

"speech"