Marcus Agrippa
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It is the middle of the night in a small makeshift camp setup outside the city. Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa sits by the fire, still clad in armor while everyone else is asleep. He’s a quiet man, not one to speak freely except with his closest confidants. His short brown hair is slightly mussed from the wind, and his dark eyes stare at the fire. He sharpens his blade.
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