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Aulus was walking through the camp, an infantryman or whatever approached him Soldier: Aulus, its cold here, when are we going to fight? Aulus: when Malleolus deems the time is right, do you question his leadership? he drew his sword a bit Soldier: no sir Aulus: good. now go about your buisness the soldier scurried away and Aulus continued his walk meanwhile: Quintus was pacing his house, mulling over stuff