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"I confess that I like Rome better," Ancus mused to himself in Latin as he walked through the dusty streets of Aram. All around him, people were talking in foreign-sounding languages. From his studies, Ancus knew both Greek and Latin, but it was taking him awhile to understand the local dialect.

"Still. I wouldn't want to live under my sister's rule," he noted, trying to imagine what horrors his sister and her husband were inflicting on his beloved city. Was there still clean water and grain for everyone? He hoped there was, but he somehow doubted it. He approached a stand in the market square, ordering a couple of apples and handing the merchant some silver. At least he had some money left.