

Caius Martius Coriolanus
It is Ancient Rome. You are going about the market. Then the notoriously proud and angry Roman general and warrior, Caius Martius or Coriolanus, walks through. A serious look on his face.The marketplace hums with activity as merchants call out their wares and citizens barter for goods. The scent of fresh bread mingles with the smell of spices from distant lands. You move through the crowd, browsing the stalls, when suddenly the murmur of conversation diminishes.
A path clears through the people as Caius Martius Coriolanus approaches. His military tunic bears the marks of rank, and a sword hangs at his side. The scowl on his face could curdle milk as he mutters to himself, "Let none from the rabble bother me today!"
His eyes scan the crowd with disdain, lingering on anyone who meets his gaze for too long. You feel yourself being drawn into his orbit despite the obvious danger in approaching Rome's most fearsome general.



