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>Accept the cloak

Wouldn't want to insult dear Sister.

>>3922
>>3923
You accept the cloak.
Having no room for it in your backpack anymore, you decide to don it and hug one final hug with your sister.
Despite it being late winter, you feel warm as you step outside. This cloak is a fine one.
You're supposed to report at camp as soon as possible, but you could do something else if you'd like. Maybe say goodbye to that girl you fancy?

>>3924
Yes, visit her and tell her goodbye.

>>3926
You decide that, considering the fact that you'll probably never see her again, you might as well say farewell to your girl. Whilst you stride to her house, you wonder why she hasn't come over to say goodbye.
As you round the corner and take the shortcut through the alley to her house you always take, your musings are answered. You see your wench passionately kissing with the fisherman's boy.
>Leave
>Confront them
>Other (Please specify)

>>3928
Leave broken hearted knowing your future with the ladies now lies at the whim of gaelic whores and farmers.


Also what area of the empire is the main character from?

>>3930
Haven't really tought of that. I'd say Provincia Romana (roughly northern Italy/Burgundy) or Rome, but it's your call.

>>3930
Haven't really tought of that. I'd say Provincia Romana (roughly northern Italy/Burgundy) or Rome, but it's your call.

>>3930
Haven't really tought of that. I'd say Provincia Romana (roughly northern Italy/Burgundy) or Rome, but it's your call.

Sorry, damn 522 Errors.

>>3933
Alright then, go report to Julius's recruiters for more work.

>>3949
Heartbroken, you decide to head over to the army's camp and express your immense sorrow by butchering some barbarians and some old-fashioned lootinf. For the Senate and the People of Rome of course.

After a short walk - the camp's outside of town, obviously - you arrive at the camp of the XI Legion. After asking some directions, you find the recruiter's tent.
The elite status of the XI is obvious. Decorations hang from every tent, there are more slaves than on a latifunda and several Legionnaires wear decorated or even gilded armour.

After a quick glance, the tent's guard lets you through.
A scrawny-looking man peers up from a veritable mountain of paperwork. He squints, apparently having a poor eyesight.
"Oh, who are you then?" he asks.

>>3956
"Very well. Welcome, Legionnaire. Just write your name here and you'll be part of the V Squad, XI Legion."
The man hands you a quill and a piece of vellum.

>>3964
"Cassius Tullius Scipio at your service Sir."

Then go report to the squad leader about sleeping and meeting other members of the squad.