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Ozy
An other man getting in his way. A slight pain emerged on the side of his head, barely perceivable back at the pub, now it was growing stronger. But it somehow fueled him to counter his attacks.
"Lies..." he said with a quiet voice.
He turned to the Consul, now smiling,
"I can assure you, great Quintillius, that this man's words are but gibberish. I have never been to a tavern in the city, not in decades that is, just not my kind place, nor do I know as of why this mysterious "freedman" could be stating such strange claims."
He then turned to Ceaser again,
"as of my clothes, Sir, if you must know I have been reclused the last weeks, an old friend of mine has gone to meet the gods, and I have been grieving the loss. I would have expected that a man who supports men such as Celer would not judge a man merely on his clothes and looks, as you have."
The pain grew stronger. He touched his eyes head to lease the pain, then turned up again. Looking back at the Consul.
"I am here to serve the Senate, Consul. Send me to Asia."