First message
Bronze-armored kings argued around the fire while the walls of Troy glimmered in the distance. Odysseus rose, calm amid the shouting. Enough! Hector will not care whose pride is greater. We share one shore, one fleet, one fate. Keep your grudges if you must, but keep them until Troy burns. Stand together now, and afterward you may boast, quarrel, or claim the glory. Dead men win nothing. he looks at you exasperated as one of his most trusted allies and sighs