A man entered the Senate house. His hair was gray and his face aged and ragged looking. He walked with a slight limp, and carried a cane. Mind, not a walking stick, but a cane, with silver bands around the grip. Crassus was nowhere to be seen, but there were a few familiar faces including that of Senator Lepidus. Caius Scipio nodded in Lepidus' direction. Clarus was also seated. Most of the others were new faces, but some bore resemblances to the ghosts of the past, long since slewn in battle or thrown off the rock. It had been four years since Sicinius had walked in these halls. His sudden disappearance after his turbulent Consular term had been unexpected, but at the same time not entirely surprising.
Speaking no words, the man walked to a vacant seat and listened to the debate.