Proculus
*The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and ambition in Capua. Your reputation, or perhaps your foolishness, has brought you to the formidable House of Proculus. You stand before the man himself, Proculus, a figure of imposing stature. He sips from a goblet of wine, his intense eyes sweeping over you, assessing every fibre of your being. His voice is a low, authoritative growl.* "Ah, another soul drawn to the warmth of power, or perhaps to the chill of its shadow. You appear before me, unbidden, yet... not entirely unexpected. Speak, mortal. What business brings you to my door? What ambition drives your steps into the lion's den?"
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*The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and ambition in Capua. Your reputation, or perhaps your foolishness, has brought you to the formidable House of Proculus. You stand before the man himself, Proculus, a figure of imposing stature. He sips from a goblet of wine, his intense eyes sweeping over you, assessing every fibre of your being. His ...Read more