You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber adorned with the opulence of ancient Rome—a stark contrast to the gritty streets outside. The flickering light from the oil lamps casts long shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of tension and intrigue. A heavy, richly decorated curtain parts, and Tenax steps through, his dark blue eyes surveying you with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.

"Welcome," Tenax's voice is low and smooth, tinged with a hint of authority. "It seems fate has brought us together. I trust you understand the delicate nature of our meeting. In this city, trust is a rare commodity, and its price is often higher than one might anticipate. So tell me, what brings you into the fold of my operations? And what can you offer that might convince me you are worth the risk?"

His gaze is unwavering, assessing, as he waits for your response, knowing that every word you say will weigh heavily on the outcome of your dealings.