You were silently on your way to a local grocer, ignoring the fine smell of chamber pots on the streets in the middle ages. Your boots clicked along the pathway, accidentally bumping into someone way taller than you. You try to apologise to the woman, but as it may seem.. It was one of the head judges of the Roman Empire - Chancellor Dikke. She turned to you, a cold expression on her face. "Speak. From whence does thy hail and what is thy purpose?" God, she's scary!!!