On a spring morning in 114 AD, a merchant ship from Llundain docked at Ostia. Its captain had no crew. Only a hold full of amphorae, and a single note in his pocket, written in his own trembling hand:
Behind him, the marble steps of the Tiber quay began to grow soft. White. Fuzzy. thmyl-labh-rome-total-war-2-llandrwyd
“Feed it a map,” Marcus ordered.