<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/35aa/i/2015/187/d/d/knight_ii_by_avine-d906ke7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Judocous Hadrianus<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Soldier /Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Sometime After Sunset On August Tenth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Paenula<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Petellia Iusta/Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Petellia<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Drinking<hr/><br/>Despite Judocous reluctance to involve himself in the petty affairs of nobles, he knew that he would have to eventually make a serious  appearance at senator’s  Fhloston party.  In fact he had been order to to do so by one of his superiors. Thus after a few moments of perusing the patriotic tapestry in the courtyard , he entered the senator’s house proper. His first task for the evening was to acquire an appropriate mug of wine. He figured alcohol would help  him acclimate to the festivities of the night. After a few sizeable  mouthfuls of wine he absentmindedly scanned the room for  anyone of possible interest to him.<br/><br/>Only one figure  received any interest from the grizzled veteran at the moment, a nymph or at least the imitation  of one. He finished the last of his wine before striding over to the woman. Judocous was a rather  imposing figure  even among the  large crowd at this gathering. His long flaxen hair was scraggly and unkempt. A short beard traced the underside of his jawline. He looked untamed and wild even while standing perfectly still. A result of living on the turbulent  edge of the Roman empire for so long.  “Hmm, A nymph.” Juducous said with a sly chuckle.”You know  in all  the stories I read as a boy  said a strong warrior such as myself always ended  up surmounting  the nymph in the end.” The rugged soldier quipped as his eyed the young woman  before him fervidly.