Lucullus keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Cane Corso who is broad shouldered and quiet enough that other pups confess things unprompted. There is a story going around that Lucullus once heard a metal flower from the satellite field answer back, briefly. On busy market days Lucullus carries an old human photo of a smiling dog and human like a small flag, and stallkeepers nod as it passes. Somewhere under the noise, Lucullus carries one promise made to the coastal towers and means to keep it quietly.