Cadmus stood outside the house of Senator Lucius Aurelius Alba waiting to be called in for his appointment. It was his first since coming to the city, and he hoped it woudl be his last, or at least a very good start to his search for new employment.  He had left his life of soldiering behind in Asia and hoped to find work more suiting to his age and his temperaments than being a guide and mercenary for the legions, hopefully he woudl soon find some comfortable employment with one of the well named families of this city and this empire. he had the right credentials, they were from a roman general turned governor as well as another which was more a petition and signed by a collection of soldiers and centurions he had served with before leaving and they had sent there best to the old Greek when he left them for Rome, all in all that letter had seventeen names on it. It was of relatively little value by itself, but it was a vote of confidence that, when taken with his letter of Introduction from General Halian Aggrepua Gero who he had served under for years and who himself had served with distinction, could secure his employment.<br/>He had dressed himself up as a fine old solider for this meeting, which he was, because despite not being a young man, he was still firm of limb and still looked the part better than many a Roman. His armor was polished, until it shone like new, he wore a gold hilted dagger on his belt, won in a battle in Anatolia. he had his greying salt and pepper hair, still a deep black where it was so, cut to the roman style and his face was cleanly shaven. It still cut a not unattractive face he thought, that same face that he was told was the face all merchants should have, mildly attractive but only enough to make him more likeable, and smiled with a natural friendliness that made it look like he wasn't trying to cheat you any more than was a good merchants due. He wore a few scars, worse off all was running along the line of his neck and should have killed him. It was a ragged scar that went from one side of his jaw to the other where his throat had been slit, and only divine intervention and the work of a good Persian doctor, he was sure, had saved him. There were one or two small scars on his face but that was otherwise unblemished, if he had not had his face shaven clean all these marks would be invisible. Looking at his grey eyed reflection staring back at him in a puddle he put on a smile and reminded himself, you sell yourself as much as your product, especially when selling your services. If the customer liked you, than they woudl like what you were selling. The servant came back and he stood up straight, he was slightly taller than the man, who hopefully was no taller than his master, and waited with outward patience but inward impatience for a word.