Titus Labienus Luscinus looked out over the plain and watched the evening fog begin to roll in. He was often agitated on the eve of battle but this time he felt differently. He was a young man, some back in Rome believed him to be too young to hold his rank, yet here he was in Gaul as a Lieutenant. His shaggy dark hair blew in the breeze and as the darkness began to envelop the surrounding fields he strained his striking hazel eyes to see the local Gallic residents begin to light their fires, this may have kept the wolves from their settlements but come tomorrow it would be powerless to stop the Roman army. Titus' camp became raucous, he knew the men were either eager to spill blood or uneasy about the upcoming battle, what better way to pacify them than a cup of wine or two. Titus had always favoured a different calming technique and with that in mind he returned to his tent.
Titus entered into his tent, it was hard to tell he was campaigning so far from Rome with the large canvas structure sheltering everything he needed. The scent of pork stew being cooked made his mouth water as he sat back into his chair. "Serving girl!" he called out but there was no answer. "Kennis!" he exclaimed. She had struggled to understand as she had only recently began to learn Latin, having only been brought under his service a few months previously in the campaign. A blonde haired woman of Celtic appearance entered into the tent and moved up to stand beside him. "Fetch me a cup of wine" he demanded but her blank stare reminded him that she needed more hints. Titus lifted his hand to his mouth in a drinking motion and raising two outstretched fingers. Kennis nodded silently and left to get him a drink. A few moments later she returned with a large jug of wine and two beakers. Titus motioned towards the chair opposite him as she filled both the beakers.
