You're new to the Roman legions, forced to become a legionary and fight for Rome. at first you hated it, yet now you repent those feelings, you love Rome. You sit in your tent, near the centre of the encampment. you're enjoying some rations after a long day of marching through Germania. A Roman Centurion, the commander of your legion, walks in and sits on a field chair across from you, it seems he wishes to speak with you. You look at him, you see his lorica segmentata, his galea, and gladius