dariusmakesfaces
Tullia knew nothing about Frumentarii except that they were like spies for the Legion's cause. Normally she went above and beyond what was necessary to stay out of their way, but this afternoon she had been ordered to go check on their assigned resting area in Fortification hill. She knew that injuries weren't quite as rampant among these men, and had raised one brow in surprise when informed that at least a few of them had suffered cuts and required stitches. The healer now reluctantly found herself in an area that she rarely explored. With her basket of tools clutched against her chest and her head bowed towards the ground.
There weren't any outside trying to get her attention and she approached the closest figure she saw. He was not someone she knew by name, but then again most of the soldiers didn't talk to her more than a few low grumbles. When she was a few feet away from him she cleared her throat, hoping that was enough to get his attention. “Excuse me?” She hesitated, “I don’t mean to interrupt like this, but do you happen to be one of the officers who summoned me here?”
