Thalia. The greatest city in all of the Liberian Empire. The year is 241, and the morning dew is still on the grass. All through out the city, people are waking up. Most of them already opening their fruit stands, vegetable stands, cloths, and just other spoils of fashion. Pretty much, anything you wanted, you could buy, and it wasn't expensive. Even the poorest merchants could afford the finest diamonds, the ones that the empress herself would wear.
The Counsel had been making deals with almost every neighboring city. They weren't spending a dime, everything was one hundred percent profit. No one knew how they were able to do it, but no one seemed to care. Finally things had been easy on the citizens of Thalia.
Outside of the city gates, little towns had been housing areas for many farmers of the outskirts. In one of these towns, just a little east of the city, maybe a notch to the north, was a kid no more older than that of seventeen. Pretty much a man now, his name is Attilius.
A pale skinned boy with dark hair, he lives with his mother, taking care of her, for his father had died in the early war Thalia had fought against it's sister city, Adalia. Attilius had been an apprentice of the towns blacksmith, Killian, who also was teaching Attilius a bit of sword play.
Attilius had been meaning to take a trip to the city today. He had to make some gold, and selling his crop was pretty much the only way. Besides, he thought he might get to meet a lady today.
That was his favorite part of going into the great city. The richer, older, exotic women would pay to have poor merchants caress their bodies. And they would pay damn good for it. Attilius had started putting his fruits and vegetables in a cart, throwing a bit of meat in a hay sack and tossing it on top.
"Hey there, Attilius, looks like I'm not going to be able to help brush up on your fighting skills today," Killian had said, a bit of dissatisfaction on his face. But then just a shrug of the shoulders.
"Not a problem my friend, I need to give you some rest!" Attilius so kindly replied, giving Killian a smile and a laugh. Killian, also laughing, waves a farewell.
Attilius grabbed the handles to the cart and started hauling it up the hillside to the road, beginning his short journey to the gates. The sun was just over the hill, showing that it was still early. He had plenty of time to get into town to meet a lady.
They usually started walking the streets with their servants at about noon. But he still felt he needed to hurry, though made no effort at all. Upon arriving at the gates, he nodded at the two guards and they directed him in. They recognized the regulars, but stopped and searched the people they didn't see all the time.
Attilius had to wait for Valere to arrive. He owned the certain area that they used on the street to set up shop. Once Valere was there, Attilius could do whatever he wanted. Valere never stuck around long, just gave a few demands and told Attilius about any appointment customers that should be coming around.
Those were customers who asked for specific orders, and the items must be sold only to them, or business is lost.
It had just turned noon, and the first lady he'd seen all day had approached Attilius. She was a fairly average height, and her belly protruded, but only a little bit. She had light brown hair, and the swing of her hips was enough to hypnotize any man, especially of his social status.
