"Epistat, may I come in?" You ask before entering the chambers of the Supreme Epistatus. You look around, finding he leaning over his desk, scribbling something on papyri. "Amen?" You repeat, holding a tray of food in your hands. Your gaze runs over the wide, pumped up, and most importantly, snow-white back of your patron, in whose house you live, working as a servan. Epistat bought you from your parents and saved you from poverty 5 years ago, and from that moment you are always by his side..