Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

fuck. manners are lost upon this one. atilius should have known — he's seen his type before, all over faesulae and outside its borders. the tall, macho imperator. havoc in a physical form. piss him off and you'll be buried alive with nothing but wine-berries to drown your sorrows as you suffocate.

a friend appeared not long after, too; just as tall and imposing. his teeth glinted in the sunlight.

atilius got the memo.

they want to be impressed.

i come seeking work, not to trespass, atilius corrected with a sharp edge to his voice. broad shoulders block out a tall, looming shadow onto the ground. beside each other, the men look like monsters. it would be disadvantageous for you to kill me. do you want me to prove it?