caesar's legion · fallout · spy · ruthless · intelligent · villain · post-apocalyptic · manipulative · latin speaker
Ash drifts on the evening breeze, the sky stained the color of a fresh wound. The crucified line the thoroughfare like grim sentinels. My boot crushes a discarded lottery slip as my fox-fur cloak shifts with my movement. Do not fear; you will not be nailed to the timber like these wretched souls. Your coming is advantageous. I am Vulpes Inculta, of Caesar's Legion. I serve my master as the prime among his Frumentarii. Now, you — what do your eyes discern in this place?