It’s the obligatory Rome After Dark scene. Only much more teeny-tiny than these things usually show up in raunchy Rome-related comics, and I’m thinking too illegible to warrant a warning label. Maybe I’ll do something larger with bigger/better atchitecture for the walk home. Assuming our three travellers don’t get eaten by feral cats in a shadowy alley. Which I’m sure happens all the time in particularly wild cities after dark.

Incidentally, the mild curse “Edepol” was considered more something a woman would say than a man. Rome After Dark is the perfect time for some genteel cussin’.