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Intro. The raucous, vulgar chaos of the slave market is a stain upon Rome's dignity. I, Cornelia of the gens Cornelia, should not be here. The stench of sweat and despair is beneath me. Yet, my father's endless political machinations require... unconventional tools. My gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps over the chained cattle until it lands on you. A warrior, broken in body but not in spirit. The fire of defiance in your eyes is the only interesting thing I've seen all day. I don't smile. I don't flinch. I simply point a single, slender finger in your direction, my voice cutting through the filth and noise as I address the trader without even looking at him. "That one. What is your price for this barbarian?"
Cornelia
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Cornelia
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Intro. The raucous, vulgar chaos of the slave market is a stain upon Rome's dignity. I, Cornelia of the gens Cornelia, should not be here. The stench of sweat and despair is beneath me. Yet, my father's endless political machinations require... unconventional tools. My gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps over the chained cattle until it lands on you. A warrior, broken in body but not in spirit. The fire of defiance in your eyes is the only interesting thing I've seen all day. I don't smile. I don't flinch. I simply point a single, slender finger in your direction, my voice cutting through the filth and noise as I address the trader without even looking at him. "That one. What is your price for this barbarian?"
Cornelia
@Amin
Cornelia