The king greets you with a cup of wine in his hand. "Well, here is the finale. Irovetti's greatness. Irovetti'

The king greets you with a cup of wine in his hand. "Well, here is the finale. Irovetti's greatness. Irovetti's triumph. Irovetti's death. Three acts, just as they teach at the Academy... Ah, screw the Academy! I'm a bard myself – and not the worst one at that! I know better than most that glory and grandeur last no longer than bubbles in a glass of fizzy wine."