Travian had several nicks and cuts, no doubt from the Gaul rioters, but he ran nexto to his commander, panting " sorry about that...lost in the crowd" he said, as he qiped the sweat from his brow, one hand holding a bloodied Gladius, his quiver significantly less full. "we should move, soon. Word of our deeds has no doubt reached the various thugs and gangs...I know a place we can hide out, if we wish too move now. My lord?"
Sorry it's been awhile, I've been fairly busy. But let's continue shall we?
Jeremiah returned to the small room he rented and sat down on his bed, wondering at what had just happened. He had finally pinned down the Roman leader, but instead of killing and robbing him he ended up...making friends. But Jeremiah knew why. He knew he wouldn't get any satisfaction from killing the man, he wanted adventure.
Adventure. He was embarrased to admit that was his motivation; that he was bored. What did he think would happen, he would travel the world with a group of Roman swine, gain glory and riches, and enjoy life? Jeremiah scoffed and laid down on his bed, planning for the next day. The Romans did seem more civilized and intelligent than he had assumed them to be; their leader, Glabrio, actually seemed like a decent sort of guy.
Jeremiah decided he would follow through with his plans. Tomorrow he would pack up the few posessions he had, and go out to meet the Romans in the barn. And then just go with whatever fate through his way.
Jeremiah closed his eyes, telling himself he should get some sleep before a big day tomorrow. But he knew he wouldn't sleep much, if at all. He could never sleep when he was excited.
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