B2 Chapter 9: When in RomeTiberius took his time getting ready. He dressed in full battle gear, his armor freshly repaired and polished after their latest battle, in lieu of any formal wear like a toga. That, too, was a deficiency he would need to remedy—though he hadn’t honestly expected to engage in any diplomatic talks so soon.He marched through the town, accompanied by some of his most senior officers and an escort of guards. The first messenger had left him slightly confused. A request to meet with some inhuman diplomat was unexpected, to say the least. A Novaran one would make sense, but an elf? What reason had a completely foreign nation of inhuman beings to meet with them? It left him at a loss regarding what to expect.Fortunately, it seemed as though he wouldn’t remain in the dark for long. He’d received word soon after about Marcus’s actions and subsequent escort of the diplomatic party to the manor. Evidently, his conduct had spoken of a deep familiarity with these people and their practices.Tiberius frowned. On one hand, having the bard as a resource for this meeting would be valuable, provided the man wasn’t simply exhibiting legendary levels of bullshittery. On the other, his actions did feel like they’d overstepped his authority. Even if Tiberius was considering giving Marcus a bigger role in the Legion’s operations, he had yet to make any such title or duties official.Either way, the damage was already done. Whether or not he would actually trust Marcus with additional responsibility would largely depend on this meeting.The mansion came into view, its decorative wooden trim seeming to glow in the daylight. Tiberius nodded to the Legionnaires standing guard outside, receiving (...)