by Ritterton » Thu Dec 22, 2016 1:02 am
"Perfect Marcus, perfect, I will take the last then, Spurius, you have the middle shift," Artemis stripped off the toga as he whispered back at Marcus and looked about for his kit. Seeing it, he slipped on his earlier clothes, rolled his military cloak up into something of a sleeping mat, and slipped the pugio in a fold near his head. He looked at the other two, nodded, and did what all trained veterans did in such situations - slept.