After successfully destroying the Brotherhood of Steel’s bunker at Hidden Valley, you begin your return to Fortification Hill.

Cursor Lucullus ferries you across the river. The Fort is quiet this time of day, most legionaries still sleeping or just getting up.

You’re met with many voices calling “Ave” to you as you pass. Many in the legion now idolize you, stepping aside as you travel towards the largest tent atop the hill. Caesar’s tent.

Pushing aside the flaps, you make your entrance. The Praetorian Guard watches as you make your way towards the man on the throne. Vulpes stands quietly to the side, eyeing you with respect. Lucius is busy in the back of the tent with some sort of document.

Caesar glances up at you subtly shaking his head, trying to clear the fog. He then meets your gaze.

“Is it done?”

His voice sounds tired. Though not from the remaining grogginess of the morning. No, Caesar is afflicted.