"Bunch of freaking vultures." Antonius cursed within himself as he grabbed his coat and went straight out of his tent heading towards the camp gate. He knows that these people definitely did not come on good intentions, but still he got some hopes within himself that the bureaucrats in Constantinople do have some sight on the events happening around here and try to maintain a sustainable relationship with him like last time when Constantine is still fit enough to be in charge of the whole thing.
But apparently, Antonius is wrong, deeply wrong.
