Lupus wakes with a start, looking around and trying to get his bearings. Waking up in strange places is normal. Waking from such a dream is not. His first instinct is to make the warding sign against evil, taught to him by his long gone Gallic grandmother. His second instinct is to touch his hidden necklace, with the charm dedicated to Mars.
Can't have too much divine aid.Lupus quickly checks that his armour and weapons are where he left them, neatly and discreetly wrapped.
Did I convince a serving girl to join me last night or was that a dream too? He looks about but there is no incriminating serving girl to be seen.
Was that a dream? Clearly the old general's wine is very potent indeed. Or the Gods in their humour have cursed me with prophecy.Feeling in various parts slightly guilty, confused, and worried,
Lupus decides to quickly don his armoury.
Easier to have it on and take it off than not have it on. And then perhaps some breakfast?decius lupus.JPG
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