"Heard the Diggers are makin' a push into the Overlook."
"Really? Thought they did most of their delvin' in old villas outside the walls?"
"Well, the head man, John of Tharsensis--"
"Oh, shame how he died...."
"Certe, certe, seems like the wolves are gettin' worse every season. Anyway, ole John set his best Diggers to task on it before he met the Sun. Even rounded up some burly, mute Northmen and a gobbo turncoat to fill the delve out. It's the talk of the Fields, or so I hear."
"Mute Northmen?!? Gobbo turncoats? Was John tryin' to kill it before it started?"
"Don't be talkin' ill o' the dead. The Diggers seem like alright people. And they care about this city a whole heap more than some others I could name."
"Hey, ab imo pectore, friend, didn't mean nothin' by it. Just surprising is all. How's the push going?"
"Well, friend of mine who frequents the Digger flea market heard talk they made their first delves into the old Temple of Sol Invictus."
"The one on the Palatine?"
"Certe non, I said Overlook. This one is apparently on the lower slopes of the Quirinal."
"Huh, didn't know there was one there. What'd they find?"
"Slime, skeletons, stinkin' gobbos, and some death to finish it off. One of the Northmen drank poison."
"Drank poison?!? Just swilled it down? He lose a bet or something?"
"Who knows. You know Varangians. They'll drink anythin' if it's in a horn or looks like bee juice."
"Certe, friend, certe."
Image #1: "Mead" by Eldoras (link).