Caius had been standing at the entrance, unnoticed. Even Poplicola had walked past him without seeing him. With the bandage on his chest visible from the open sides of his toga he entered the curia. He walked as usual, albeit a bit slower. In the end his wounds weren't that bad, he had come off lucky. He was glad to notice most of the regulars where there. The senators that actually mattered. Still.. Quite a lot of empty benches.
When he heard they where talking about raising a legion he had known it was his moment to meddle in too. 'Dear fellow senators, I am glad to see most of you returning to this hall unharmed, even if these circumstances might be even more dire than they where a few days ago. Again we face hostile men, again their banner is that of Carthage. And again we realize in what a dire state our military really is.' He walked to a more central spot. 'Due to the little problem we had in this holy place I was unable to study the state's finances. I completely agree with the senior consul's proposal, strike them on multiple places as soon as possible.' He paused a while. Talking loudly was still exhausting.
'I will study how we can raise a proper army the fastest, together with a small fleet, so that our dear senior consul can quickly strike Sardinia while the junior consul sweeps the Carthaginian main body from the southern parts of Italy. Perhaps we can even secure a bit of Sicily! Perhaps the Carthaginian striking force could be half a regular legion to spare expenses. Such an island is ill-defended anyways. Would that sound reasonable? Last time we got humiliated, now we can put Carthage on the place it deserves!' With the last word he slammed his fist on a nearby table, the bang echoed in the large hall.