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March 77AD

Ovinia rose a hand to shield her gaze from the sun as she glanced around the courtyard of warehouses. People bustled in and out of all of them, slaves with tablets around their throats and arms laden with goods, overseers with easy grins to her and her slave (at least until they saw her male slave keeping dutiful watch) and richer looking merchants all in a hurry. The smells of rich spices combined with that particular smell off of the Tiber in Spring made her cover her mouth with the edge of her palla. She didn't know whether she was early or Teutus was late, but she'd sent word two days before that she was on the look out for a gift for her mother and wanted to know if his business had anything suitable. 

She'd liked Teutus during that slightly peculiar conversation almost a year ago now, foisted on them by their respective fathers. Praetors and schemers both. Fortunately Gaius Ovinius Camillus Major was an astute politician (no surprises) and had deftly manoeuvred away from any suggestion of a match between the pair of them. A freedman would never do, after all and soon enough she had been distracted with another Gaius entirely...until that had ended about as successfully as her match with Teutus had done. Still, despite all of that, he seemed a decent man with a good head on his shoulders and taking Tiberius and Lucius' advice to heart that it was good to get to know other classes of people within the city, she'd reached out to him to make the appointment. 

"Domina." Her slavegirl gestured as the lean figure of Teutus appeared and she dropped her rich blue palla, a warm smile on her face. "Salve Teutus. It's good to see you again, I hope my request hasn't inconvenienced you?" 

 

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Teutus had been overseeing and organising things to make space for a second shipment of goods that was due the next day, and had very nearly forgotten about the appointment that Ovinia Camilla had made to come by to look for something for her mother. He had at least remembered it enough to make sure that he had some things set aside for her to look through, before being distracted by workers with questions and others needing to know where to put things, and the late morning had crept up on him before he was completely aware of it.

Seeing the things set aside for her had jogged his memory, though, and he hoped that he wasn't too late as he went to meet her outside in the courtyard in front of the warehouse. (Or behind it, depending on whether you thought it faced the river or the land!)

"Salve, Ovinia Camilla. Of course it hasn't, I am always open for you." Perhaps not the entire truth, but a perfectly acceptable white lie, and it wasn't even that much of a lie, really. "Come in - I wasn't sure what sort of thing you had in mind, but I've got some things you might like to look at to begin with."

If none of those suited, he had plenty of other things in stock, at least.

 

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Ovinia quirked a brow, a gentle grin on her lips. "Ah you are a flatterer, but thank you." She followed him through as he gestured her in. Anything to get away from the very pungent smell of some foreign spice she definitely didn't want flavouring her food. 

That he'd set things aside for her to look at subtly impressed her and she smiled genuinely. Her family could afford the finest of the finest and she largely went to the markets to socialise rather than purchase anything. People, tradesmen and women came to her with their wares in careful appointments rather than the other way around. She had a standing appointment with her seamstress this afternoon actually, who had procured some fine new silks from Egypt apparently she wanted to test against Ovinia's colouring. 

"To be honest I have very little in mind." she said with a little shake of her head, "She's not been well and I'd like to gift her something to cheer her up. But," She waved a hand, "I'm sure you have excellent taste." She glanced around the warehouse, "Business seems to be booming after all...?" 

 

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"I'm sorry to hear she isn't well. I hope she recovers soon," he said, guiding her to his office, away from the sounds (and smells) of whatever was being unloaded for next door. "Would you like some wine while we discuss what you're looking for - or at least, while we discuss what you might find suitable for her?"

He kept an amphora of wine for his clients. He had found that he was more easily able to work with them if they were comfortable and relaxed and there were plenty of people who did not find wharves and warehouses a generally relaxing place to be. Indeed, a visit to Teutus' warehouse was probably the first time many of them had been in these sort of surroundings, regardless of the fact that places like the Emporium Magnum were nearby.

"Is there anything in particular that you know your mother does like - jewellery, knick-knacks... even whether she prefers Greek things to Egyptian, say, would help me find you the perfect thing."

 

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Ovinia gave a tight smile and inclined her head. "Thank you, and yes, please." The two slaves she had with her - male (bodyguard) and female (bodyslave) dutifully moved through the warehouse until they got to his office. To think somebody so young had such a business that he had his own office! It was a whole new world for her. Her bodyguard politely stood in the doorway, a little to the side so the door couldn't be closed. He was learning quickly how best to protect his mistresses honour. Any slave or freedman or pleb passing through the warehouse would therefore see, by virtue of the open door, her sat a polite distance from Teutus on the other side of the desk.

"She has enough jewellery that if it were loaded onto a boat I fear it might sink it." She grinned, amused, and then pondered the question with a little sigh. "Her family were from Hispania," It explained her colouring - darker than even some native Italians although not all her brothers were blessed with it. "She speaks quite often of her girlhood visiting family there. Something from the region, perhaps?" She asked as she was handed a cup of wine which she took with a grateful smile. "But I have to admit this isn't a purely business meeting, I'm sorry Teutus." She gave him a stern look for just a moment before her face relaxed, evidently joking; "I enjoyed meeting you last year. Few people can lament being the child of a Praetor after all, and I wished to see how you were faring." 

With her free hand she pulled down the palla from her long dark hair, tossing it over her shoulder as she studied him, her face warm and open. She was feeling brighter than she had in months and was trying to enjoy it.

 

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Teutus had a jug already poured and poured her a glass of wine (Syrian glass, expensive and beautiful, just one sample of the sort of wares he could supply). He handed it to her and sat back in his own seat, with his own wine, the consummate host. "Not jewellery, then, we wouldn't wish to overwhelm her."

He inclined his head, offering  a smile. "I am as you see me, slowly building up a business and hopefully gaining a good reputation for supplying... well, what don't senators' daughters want?"

Their first meeting had been interesting, perhaps a little uncomfortable - he had really not had much idea how to address a young patrician lady when it was patently obvious that his father expected him to court her, and her father (and quite possibly Ovinia herself) considered it a ridiculously unsuitable match. As evidenced by the fact that Tertius himself couldn't marry Charis properly but had had to concede to mere concubinatus with her... That fact alone would probably render Teutus an unsuitable husband for Ovinia even he had been born free.

On the other hand, if he had been born free, Tertius wouldn't have had to resort to such a convoluted arrangement himself and Ovinia's father wouldn't have objected to Teutus' marrying Ovinia.

"Hispania... Well, if jewellery is not a permissible offering, perhaps some fine textiles from there - linen or wool? And there are some very fine wines from Tarraconensis, too." He tapped his bronze stylus thoughtfully against the closed wax tablet resting on the desk in front of him.

 

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"What don't we want?" He lips twitched, amused and she shook her head, "Where would I start with a list that long?" Her list, in particular, was painfully long and twisting and seemed to be growing day by day. 

He seemed straight to business though, immediately skipping straight to what he could offer her. She quirked a brow and narrowed his eyes as he rattled through his list. If he didn't wish to make polite conversation then she wouldn't either, although she was slightly disappointed. She'd found Teutus engaging company in their brief conversation, even though they both knew it was likely to go nowhere. Besides, the gossip surrounding his family was fascinating

"Textiles. She'd like that. A throw or a blanket, she doesn't need more fabric for dresses." She shook her head, "And wine never goes amiss." She added with a little chuckle. "The textiles, are they woven into patterns or plain? I could get a throw from any of the stalls in the market. What makes yours so special?" A lifetime of dealing with merchants had made Ovinia a canny buyer. 

 

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"You can start your list - I might want several more tablets in order to inscribe the whole thing," he said, his lips quirking into a smile. He had liked Ovinia, when they had first met, and was being reminded why. She was easy to talk to, she made him smile... if they hadn't been so far apart socially, they might have made a very good husband and wife for one another. His mother would like her, he was sure of that.

"Ah - but the throws and textiles from any of the market stalls aren't woven of Hispanian wool. I promise that you have never felt any wool so fine." He clapped his hands in summons. "Chrestus! Bring a sample of that Hispanian merino wool for the lady to see."

The slave thus summoned bustled away and he leaned back. "While we wait for that, how have you been? You can see what's been occupying my time, but what about you?"

What did dutiful (beautiful) senators' daughters do with their days, after all?

 

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Ovinia rose a brow as she sipped the wine (all the while admiring the fine glassware). She briefly thought back to her girlhood when her largest concerns had been how she'd furnish her marital home. She thought this stemware would do very nicely in whomever's domus she ended up in. She shook the thought until it tumbled out of her head and returned her attention to Teutus. The finest wool indeed. She was not so easily convinced - she'd had a lifetime of poor merchants trying to flog substandard wares at her, after all. 

"I'm intrigued." She grinned, her lips quirking. "Let's see how profitable I mark your business. I'm...discerning." But the slave bumbled out to fetch the merino wool (whatever that was), leaving them alone besides her own slaves. "I've been fine," She shook her head lying through her teeth but all the world didn't need to know what had happened to her, "And I've been doing what occupies all women of my age's time...shopping, temples, seeing friends. The usual. Oh!" She grinned, "But I have been learning the hydraulis. Do you have one here? Apparently  they're fairly rare in the city, I've no idea where father procured one from. You should look into them - they're beautiful instruments, I'm sure there'd be a market, I know at least a few friends who would be interested if there were some available." 

 

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"I wouldn't expect you to be anything else," Teutus replied, with a smile of his own. "Shopping, temples, friends, baths... you've been busy, then."

Not busy in the way the men kept themselves busy, of course, but dong things eminently suitable for young unmarried women of her age. Frivolous things, perhaps, but weren't unmarried girls expected to be frivolous creatures? He had very little experience of women, married or otherwise, to say one way or the other.

"The hydraulis? No, I don't often get musical instruments, they aren't easy to transport safely, on the whole." And the ones that were more easily transported were available in larger numbers and lower prices than Teutus dealt with. He dealt in exclusivity and rarity, more expensive things that rich people loved to have in their homes to show their wealth.

Chrestus returned at that moment bearing some samples of the merino wool Teutus had requested and offered it to the lady, both unspun and already woven into a fine soft woollen cloth.

"I mostly receive it undyed, as you can see, but it takes dyes very well, and this way you can get a true appreciation for the quality of the wool. If you require it dyed, I can arrange that for you - or you can take it in the natural colour and have it dyed yourself if you prefer. Of course, you know your mother's tastes in colour far better."

 

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"Busy is one word for it." She chuckled. Bored was another. Life lacked meaning she was finding as she got older, as all she had to do was vacuous tasks that had used to delight her but now just reiterated how empty her days really were. Her friends were wives and mothers now, filling their days with managing their households and their children. Ovinia occasionally took on the role of mater familias when her mother was ill and Viria was otherwise absent but it wasn't often enough to keep her entertained.

Her smile softened as he repeated her instrument, surprised. "I'm getting better. I think the slaves are going mad though." She chuckled, given they had to pump it for her. She was being modest though, she really was excellent at it already. It was just a shame her talents were reserved for her family and nobody else. "They're not but would that not make them even more priceless...and therefore profitable?" She queried as he dismissed her suggestion, brow quirked.

But then his slave bumbled in and she took the fabric - her fingers melting into it almost immediately. She looked visibly surprised. "Gods, what is this again?" She'd never felt something quite so luxurious. "Dyed would be better," She glanced at him, "Blues and greens. We have similar colouring." And she knew what suited her and what she liked, which was mimicked in her mother. "Do you have good contracts with decent dyers? Perhaps it could be edged," She ran her finger over the woven piece, "With something to make a throw?" 

 

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"I wouldn't turn it down if one fell in my lap, so to speak," he said. He might be more likely to sell it via auction than directly, but he wouldn't refuse to deal in such items. That would be silly, and there might be a market for him to tap into, though he wasn't sure there would be much call for such things, whereas everyone could see the value in a well-executed marble statue, or Egyptian glassware, or ivory.

"It's called merinus or merino - the sheep are bred in Hispania and nowhere else," he said, the surprise on her face everything he could have asked for. "I have dyers that I use for such things, if you would like me to arrange for it to be dyed for you. Would you also like me to arrange to have it spun and woven - I can offer the raw wool for you to process at home, or have it spun for you to weave, or provide you with the finished cloth." He grew thoughtful; textile working was not really his purview, but his mother was not here to confer with.

"It could probably be edged with braid or a similar trim, for a throw," he said. "I don't think I have anything suitable in stock at the moment, but I do have a shipment due tomorrow, or I can direct you to an excellent braid weaver if you would prefer to go that route."

 

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"Merino." She repeated as she ran her fingers over the soft wool.  "And I'll take both." She turned her youthful face up to his. "One measure undyed, spun but not woven, It'll give me something to do." She chuckled, "and another bolt dyed and woven. And yes," She smiled, "I'll see what you have tomorrow - you can send samples, if not send me the recommendation of a braid weaver. Cost doesn't matter." She waved a hand. Her father would pay whatever.

Business was business and that was largely all she came here for, but now she was comfortably settled in his chair with a glass of wine she didn't much want to leave. "Whilst I'm here, do you have anything for me, Teutus?" What did  he make of her tastes?

 

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He flipped open the wax tablet to make notes on the order before closing it again; it wouldn't take long to fulfil the order, but he might as well send everything together. "One measure of spun yarn, undyed. One bolt of cloth dyed... Would you prefer blue, or green? Or some of each?" he asked, looking up, already calculating the difference in price between the two colours, especially the deeper, stronger, more saturated hues. "A sample of braid, and a recommendation should that be preferred."

He set the stylus down and picked up his own glass of wine. "For yourself?" She was younger than his mother, with a similar elegance, though more likely to have expensive tastes. He provided simple elegant, well-made things for his mother which were somewhat pricey because he could afford it and wanted to give her the very best of everything. Ovinia was not so mature as Varinia, of course, which would factor into whatever he suggested.

"I have jewellery - a set with lapis lazuli which I think would look very good on you." Earrings, a necklace, bangles... She was wearing blue - she had worn blue the first time they had met - and the dark blue of the precious stones would suit her.

 

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"Blue." Ovinia nodded decisively, "Deep blue." Far more expensive but she was confident her father could shoulder the cost. The thought made her lips twitch in a slight smile. She just hoped her inevitable husband was as open with his pursestrings as her father was for her. 

He seemed to think on it for a moment before deciding quite categorically that jewellery would suit her. She had acres of jewellery...but that wasn't to say she wasn't in the market for more. Nodding, she  flicked her eyes to him. "Show me?" Likely much the same as the wool, it would be brought to her rather than her having to rifle through the various crates in his warehouse. "And anything else?" She tilted her head to the side, studying him with a devilish smile. "Anything else, perhaps, a little less common than a necklace with lapis lazuli?" She really didn't know what she wanted which of course didn't help.

 

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 "Deep blue," Teutus said, opening the tablet again to make an additional note. "I will send a sample for you to approve before sending you the whole bolt dyed, if that suits you?"

It would be easier to correct a colour from a small sample rather than having to re-dye a whole long length, after all, especially if the dyers mistimed it and it came out too deep.

"I think it will be about a week or so before you can expect delivery of the full amount," he added, and leaned back. "I suppose you must have rather a large jewellery collection," he said wryly. "Something less out of the ordinary for you..."

She was an unmarried woman (they had first met when he was supposed to court her, or something, and he had not heard that she had married anyone yet) so she was not running her own home just yet, and whatever he suggested would have to be suitable for an unmarried woman.

"I have some Egyptian cotton - extremely finely woven - although I am not sure how uncommon you would consider that to be," he said. "I have some silk from the lands far to the East that you might be interested in, for a palla or a tunica, perhaps?"

He had not yet established any trade to the north; he wasn't sure exactly how amenable Wulfric would be to trading with him, and had no other contacts with anyone from that region, so he couldn't offer her any of the expensive golden amber from the distant north, not yet. One day, perhaps.

"Perhaps there is something you have been thinking of looking for, though, that I might be able to help with?"

 

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She nodded as he spoke. Next week was fine. Her nose wrinkled at the cotton though - she had plenty. Silk on the other hand...her eyes narrowed slightly. "Can you show me that too? Alongside the necklace?" She could afford both if she wanted both and she'd seen that gauzy silk some of the women were artfully draped in (immodest women) and respectful women like her who used it for their pallas. 

As his slave bustled off to fetch it alongside the necklace she chuckled at his question and tilted her head to the side. "Something for display, I think. I visited a home of a friend and her husband had all these exotic goods on shelves and tables, and it was beautiful. A vase, I was thinking." She sighed. "I like flowers." Like every girl her age, "I'd like to take something into my marital home that reminds me of my present home and the gardens beyond. Something in glass, perhaps?" 

 

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"Glass can be expensive - but you know that," Teutus said. She was a Praetor's daughter, her father could doubtless afford such things - and when she married, no doubt her husband would be able to afford them for her in his place.

"I may have just the thing," he added. Syrian and Egyptian glass was highly prized and naturally he had included some in shipments from the eastern parts of the empire.

It took a few moments before a small crate, packed with straw, was brought in and placed on Teutus' desk and the key to the secure storeroom was returned to him. He opened the crate and carefully removed a double-handled vase in blue glass with splashes and whirls of red and white in it. He set it upright on the desk and let Ovinia examine it.

 

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She smiled and tipped her head to the side, her brow quirking. Yes she knew glass was expensive, no she didn't care. Her father would pay for it, likely with no questions asked. 

As the slave brought it in, she sat forward on her chair, setting down her wine cup and leaning forward to examine it as it was unpacked. Her lips parted in surprise and she tentatively reached out her fingers, halting them just before she touched it. "May I?" she asked. It was beautiful, exquisite even, and quite unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She smiled softly to herself and then up at Teutus; "And it matches the colours of my favourite flowers. It was as if you knew. It's beautiful, Teutus. I'll take it." 

 

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"Of course - it's fragile, though, so you'll need somewhere to display it where it won't run the risk of being knocked to the floor." He sat back, smiling, glad she liked the offering. Jewellery was predictable, and although this was only their second ever meeting, he could not say that she struck him as liking predictability. Doubtless all her friends swooned over the same gladiator and went to the same baths, the same shops and the same temples on the same days every week. Ovinia Camilla was a breath of fresh air...

If they hadn't been so thoroughly unsuited for one another thanks to their respective social ranks, he would have happily married her and given her a life that was somewhat less same old same old than her friends'.

He named a price. "I will have it delivered with the wool, unless you would prefer to take it with you now?" She had arrived in a litter, she could probably find room for the straw-stuffed crate, which wasn't really all that big.

 

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She smiled, still studying it - running her fingers over the beautiful glass. "I should hope whomever I marry has a domus large enough that it would fit this." She chuckled and then narrowed her eyes, amused, "...but perhaps I should ask whomever that is to build a shelf suitably high enough that it's away from small, clumsy hands." She'd always wished to be a mother, it was a yearning she'd felt since her early teenage years and now the reality was setting in that more likely than not - all being well - she'd have her wish fulfilled within the next couple of years.

She nodded at the price, not bothering to haggle; "Delivering both would be helpful, thank you-" Her smile became more wry, "And I did wish to see that Eastern silk as well." She reminded him. It seemed awfully fashionable nowadays but she'd never been able to get her hands on any that really wowed her. Glancing around his office, she smiled, contented and then glanced back at him. "What do you do, Teutus, when you are not at work?" She asked, genuinely curious and then by way of explanation, continued; "Humour me, will you? I'm trying to up skill myself on what all the people of our city spend their time doing...rather than just people of my own class." 

 

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"I would be astounded if you didn't marry someone with a domus large enough to display such priceless objects," Teutus said, before summoning his slave again to fetch a sample of the silk.

"Make sure that whoever you task with the job is a good workman, then - you don't need the shelf collapsing and spilling it onto the floor to end up in valueless shards of not much," he added with a smile as the slave returned with some of the silk,which was already woven into cloth. "Again, I can have this dyed for you, if you like - I'm guessing you would like this in green or blue, too?"

Either colour would suit her, with her colouring and brown hair, he thought.

"And what do I do when I'm not at work? Well, I'm currently teaching my house slave to read and write - I've been a tutor and secretary for a number of years and like teaching, although only the basics and in a private setting. What about you, when you're not practising on your hydraulis?"

 

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She gave him an amused smile as she surveyed the silk. It was beautiful, exquisite really, and exactly the sort of thing she'd seen on the young imperials that had driven her green with envy. "You  think I suit blue or green?" She arched a brow and then glanced back down at the silk. "You think correctly. A dark green, if you please. Emerald." She sat back in the chair as the slave hurried away. "I tend to stick to blues and greens," Despite their expense, "And reds and such...I once tried pale yellow and pale grey and...well...I shan't be making that mistake again." She chuckled. She'd looked ridiculous - and washed out. Her mothers Hispanian blood had given her even more olive tones to her skin than many, and pale colours just didn't suit her. Bold and vibrant in her fashions as well as her personality, it seemed. 

Her brows rose as he talked and she sipped her wine, studying him. "How irreverent of you. And what drove you to wish to teach him?" Ovinia was literate through persistence and nagging her parents more than anything - although it had certainly come in handy as she aged - but she knew precious few women could claim the same skills, and fewer slaves still. Even men. "Ah I do what all young women do Teutus, I go to functions and I sew and I mind my home," She gave him another amused look, "Really there's very little to delineate me from any other nice young patrician girl. Besides the fact I'm now in possession of Eastern silk and a beautiful glass vase." Tossing her shining dark hair over her shoulder she tilted her head at him, "I haven't seen you at any functions though...parties, I mean. Surely your father could procure invites for you?" 

 

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"Do you want enough for a palla, or would you prefer to make a dress from it?" A dress would take more cloth, naturally, but she might prefer to wear it as a veil, over her hair and dress. He opened his tablet yet again to make a note of the colour she wanted.

"I can see that stronger colours would suit you better," he added, and laughed. "Irreverent! I don't think I've ever been called that before. And I decided to teach him mostly because I was bored one evening, and you never know when you might need a slave who can read." He had Olipor, but Olipor was just one slave and getting on years at that - he was fairly sure that Ovinia could summon more than one literate slave to attend her should she feel the need to.

"I'm sure my father could procure me an invitation to any party worth attending, though I doubt anyone apart from you would want to talk with me. After all, I'm really only very little removed from a common tradesman. Even if I can lament being the son of a notorious Praetor."

Being the illegitimate son of a Praetor was far removed from being legitimate daughter of a Praetor, which had led to most of the awkwardness of their first conversation, where Teutus had tried to be gentle about things not working between them. She'd probably known that from the very start anyway and tried to be nice about it. Just another reason why he liked her and why they were completely unsuited for one another - he would never drag anyone of Ovinia Camilla's sensibilities into his mess of a family.

 

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"Enough for a dress." She grinned, "Everybody has a palla, few have dresses." And she wanted to make a statement, as she so often did. Sipping her wine, she listened to him with interest, frowning at his self-deprecation. 

"Plenty would want to speak to you, you do yourself a disservice, Teutus." She offered and studied him intently. She knew few people would, perhaps, choose to socialise with the illegitimate son of a Praetor, but he was in their social circles, for better and for worse. "May I give you a piece of advice?" She asked and tilted her head, studying him. She didn't wait for him to respond before she continued; "I suspect more people would be put off by the enormous chip on your shoulder that you seem to be carrying, rather than the circumstances of your birth. Consider that, perhaps."

 

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