You all run to the city! With the raging horde close behind, you're not sure if you can make it...luckily enough, the Romans' reinforcements whisk that doubt away.
"Shut the gate!" calls a crier. With great effort men crank a great wheel to close the barrier to an unsafe Mediterranean.
They let you catch your breath for a minute. The captain is the first to speak.
"Hail, strange travelers from abroad! We hope that our happy village may be able to retain some semblance of Jove's Mastery that is Rome. For now, let us take you to our governor, and speak of this situation."
They lead you through the town market, the bustling center of the community. Chickens flee in all directions as their various parts are sold to customers. Some colorful fabrics are also being sold in a prominent stand, taking its place among the humming hive of primitive capitalism.
"Fresh fish! Get 'em while they're still chokin'!"
"By the gods! Let your eventual travel to Pluto be lightened by this guide to life!"
"Seeking recruitments! Let the Might of Rome care for your troubles when you are her soldier!"
The squabbles and shouts eventually die away as you head to the governor's three-story palace. It is not nearly as impressive as those told in lore, but it is still quite a sight. Classical statues stand in a row on the walkway to the entrance, with the hint of a fountain to the side of the structure. With every sight gives the impression of age; growing cracks are clearly visible in the walls. Why they have not repaired them is puzzling.
The entrance is at once opened by a Legionary, who salutes and takes the lead to announce you.
"From the outside walls we welcome strangers! Travelers from abroad, bow before the glory of this town's governor: Xenophon the Great!"