The day in the British Isles was windy and chilly. Hadrian's wall stood strong over the island's wide plains. It had been successfully fending off Northern Britons and Picts. A Roman soldier stood motionless along the walls, staring out into the field. His face was one of contentment mixed with longing. The Roman remained like way for a moment before he grumbled and snapped, rubbing his eyes and putting down his shield. He took a seat on a rock and pulled out a little papyrus scroll that was clumped. It had included all of the numerous documentations he had written down.

"Ah... Tempus fugit"

The Roman remarked, grinning slightly as he skimmed at all the scrolls he has penned during his service. He quickly found a spot on the scroll that was clean and blank, brought out a reed pen, and wrote on it while maintaining a pleased look.