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5/24/2025, 3:29:04 AM
He looks up to you as you approach, the small fire casting shadows across his face. You realize it’s the same agent that approached you in Freeside.
Hail Courier. I am Vulpes Inculta, head of Caesar’s Frumentarii. I'm surprised you agreed to come and hear out the mighty Caesar. It seems the allure of his boon would move any man.
Head of the Frumentarii? It seems this Vulpes is much more important than he was putting on.
[It was an interesting offer, though I think it goes without saying that any attempt to double-cross me would only end one way.]
Your threats are noted, though you are cunning enough to know if you're walking into a trap. And if it was a trap, I feel you would make it far too painful for the Legion to make it of any worth. If the chest puffing is over, we have an important journey ahead.
Vulpes extinguishes the fire and rolls up his rent, silently setting off towards the heart of the Legion. After a few hours of wordless marching, you need to address the elephant here.
[Where does the Legion get off asking me for help after that business in Nipton? In fact, I have very good reason to believe the Frumentarii were behind the whole operation. Meaning you were behind the whole thing.]
Vulpes takes the opportunity to stop and take a drink from his canteen. The sky is clear and the moon is bright. The chill of the night is kept off by your marching pace and the heavy outfit you wear.
I will assume that’s not an insult, Courier Six. Since you have routed that force, there’s no harm in telling you that yes, Legionary Frumentarii were involved but I had no say over it. That work was far too sloppy to come from my hands. Since the Second Battle of the Dam, Caesar has been bedridden and all actions go through the always loyal Lucius, head of the Praetorian Guard. He’s loyal, yes, but lacks finesse the role requires. The same goes for the military operations, as the fearsome Legate Lanius has been sidelined. Though I imagine that’s a far better fate than what befell his predecessor. Come, we have much further to go.
With that, he places his canteen back on his pack and continues forward. Deeper into Legion Land. The next two days are wordless as Vulpes set the pace. For as underhanded as he is, he has the constitution of any many you've met.
Hail Courier. I am Vulpes Inculta, head of Caesar’s Frumentarii. I'm surprised you agreed to come and hear out the mighty Caesar. It seems the allure of his boon would move any man.
Head of the Frumentarii? It seems this Vulpes is much more important than he was putting on.
[It was an interesting offer, though I think it goes without saying that any attempt to double-cross me would only end one way.]
Your threats are noted, though you are cunning enough to know if you're walking into a trap. And if it was a trap, I feel you would make it far too painful for the Legion to make it of any worth. If the chest puffing is over, we have an important journey ahead.
Vulpes extinguishes the fire and rolls up his rent, silently setting off towards the heart of the Legion. After a few hours of wordless marching, you need to address the elephant here.
[Where does the Legion get off asking me for help after that business in Nipton? In fact, I have very good reason to believe the Frumentarii were behind the whole operation. Meaning you were behind the whole thing.]
Vulpes takes the opportunity to stop and take a drink from his canteen. The sky is clear and the moon is bright. The chill of the night is kept off by your marching pace and the heavy outfit you wear.
I will assume that’s not an insult, Courier Six. Since you have routed that force, there’s no harm in telling you that yes, Legionary Frumentarii were involved but I had no say over it. That work was far too sloppy to come from my hands. Since the Second Battle of the Dam, Caesar has been bedridden and all actions go through the always loyal Lucius, head of the Praetorian Guard. He’s loyal, yes, but lacks finesse the role requires. The same goes for the military operations, as the fearsome Legate Lanius has been sidelined. Though I imagine that’s a far better fate than what befell his predecessor. Come, we have much further to go.
With that, he places his canteen back on his pack and continues forward. Deeper into Legion Land. The next two days are wordless as Vulpes set the pace. For as underhanded as he is, he has the constitution of any many you've met.
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