The Senate Hall of Amendolara glowed with the soft light of oil lamps, their flames casting long, wavering shadows across the marble walls. Around the central circular table sat an assembly of men whose faces carried a mixture of curiosity, uncertainty, and ambition. Tonight marked the beginning of a new chapter for Amendolara—a city that had risen from the ashes of defeat.
Juleios, seated at the head of the hall as the lifelong consul, exuded an air of authority far beyond his years. His sharp gaze swept over the gathering, his tone steady and resolute as he addressed the room.
"With the City Administrator's position settled," he began, "we must now turn our attention to filling the remaining offices vital to the functioning of our city-state. These appointments are not mere formalities; they are the backbone of Amendolara's governance. Let us begin with the role of Patrol Captain, responsible for maintaining order and enforcing the laws."
