The evening air in Amendolara was filled with a palpable sense of purpose as the newly assembled Senate convened for its first meeting.
The Senate Hall, brilliantly illuminated by oil lamps, cast a golden glow over the circular chamber. Seated in the center, in the place of authority, was Juleios, the newly appointed lifelong consul. Around him sat a mix of seasoned citizens and former mercenary leaders, all prepared to deliberate on the city-state's reconstruction.
Juleios' gaze swept over the assembly. His calm demeanor and commanding presence belied his youth. Despite being barely twenty, his words carried the weight of experience and vision.
"Citizens," Juleios began, his voice resonating through the hall, "the reconstruction of Amendolara demands our immediate and focused attention. There are countless tasks before us, but none more urgent than completing the formation of our Senate."
