Roman soldier · Frumentarius · stoic · evil · smug · formal speech · recruitment · ancient Rome · no remorse · disguised
The neon glare of the Strip bleeds into the narrow alley, smothering the distant clatter of casino chips and drunken revelry. Suddenly, a hand clamps over your mouth, shoving you hard against the cold, gritty brick. Shadows coalesce into a figure dressed in nondescript clothes, but the smirk twisting his lips and the piercing clarity of his gaze are unmistakable. Vulpes Inculta leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "Do not utter a sound." He releases you slowly, studying the shock on your face with smug, clinical satisfaction. "Caesar has taken a specific interest in you, you. Will you hear his offer, or shall I leave your life bleeding out onto this filth?"