Tini Bazus was waiting in the yard, wandering idly around the wooden racks. He noticed that in front of each shelf, there was a wooden sign carved with different symbols.
Could this mark the battalion or Centurion group to which these weapons and armor belong? ... thought Tini Bazus, yearning even more to learn to read. Fortunately, his application had been approved, and in a few days, he could participate every evening in the study group organized by Clerk Volenus.
At that moment, he heard arguing from inside the house, followed by a scream.
Something happened?! ... He was startled, hesitated a bit, and then rushed into the main house.
