“I cannot allow it!” Tribune Nonius Balbus paced the Principia, seething. “I will not allow it. You go too far Costa. Making deals with these barbarians without my consultation.”
Cato stood, biting his tongue. Again this began to feel oddly familiar. How did he end up here? Listening to this rich spoiled son of a senator. This man knew nothing of politics, allowing his own biases to get ahead of his rationality. Such a man knows only the luxuries that come with standing on the marble of the senate. These spoiled children, put in positions for the prestige were one of the few things Cato truly detested. They cared very little for the greatness of Rome unless it was to inflate their own egos.