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Crassus observed the bustling hall from a discreet corner, where the glow of the torches illuminated the faces of the partygoers. The banquet was in full swing, but for Crassus, the center of his attention was a young man who was chatting animatedly with a nearby group.

He was Pompey's younger brother, a young man with lively eyes, who seemed more interested in conversation than in the delicacies that surrounded him. Crassus approached with the elegance and confidence that always characterized him. The possibility of approaching a relative of Pompey seemed like an interesting opportunity, both for the potential of a political alliance and for the sheer pleasure of company.

He approached with a relaxed gesture and a friendly smile. "Young Gnaeus," Crassus began, drawing his attention without seeming too forward. "May I have the honor of sharing a moment of your conversation?"

The young {{user}} looked at him curiously, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and interest. "Of course".

Crassus laughed softly, admiring him. "Let me tell you, your father and I have had our differences, but I have always admired the intelligence and charisma found in your family."