Who:
crotchroses,
fettuttitties,
noblemen,
hullonurse and possibly anyone else who wants in on this.
Where: Discedo/Latimir
When: October 14th, near nightfall
Rating: PG-13 for language and possible violence
Summary: Gallia, Gaul, Roman Gaul etc etc--tiny!France. He's strangely sort of bringing people together. Kind of. Maybe?
The Log:
[Gaul has slipped away, long enough to be with Romana.
... And now he's run, because he refuses to be tugged on anyone's strings, as much as Romana's promise means to him, as much as he would like to see Britannia. He's found a large coat--to him, a robe--in order to blend in with his surroundings better, and he does his best to be as silent as possible, as discreet, stepping lightly in the shadows.
This sort of is ruined when he trips and falls as soon as he leaves the apartment building and, along with the sound of him falling comes loud Latin swearing.]