*After some time, wandering where the fates have directed, I find myself on a downtown street, by the water in Alexandria. The area bustles by day with passengers from the rich sailing vessels moored within sight, and by night with the patrons of this ornate hotel and club. In my hand a coin.*

I enter the front doors, hear the cacaphony as people are laughing, talking, drinking, calling, singing, and even betting. I let my eyes scan from left to right as I walk toward the bar, seeking my first potent refreshment in some time. Placing the coin down, I order an amphora filled with cool beer partly for nourishment, but more for the effect.

The bartender is speedy and I soon feel the lusty liquid as it washes down invigoratingly. To my right, two women are fighting, surrounded by a fairly vocal cluster of people placing bets as they tussle.

(Thinking I might partake of this potentially profitable opportunity, I observe a moment---- to select a favorite.)

"Hm-hmmph", I laugh as I reach for money to wager, and realize I don't have any pockets.