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[X] Plan Carota et Bacculum
A gold talent is roughly equal to 6,000 silver denarii. One denarius is what the average laborer makes in a day. An officer like Mercator makes four a day, and you earn 500 a month (adding up your pay as a tribune and your other sources of income). You are relatively well off compared to the average Roman, so a single talent is about a year's pay for you.
Alternatively, we could assume that the grouchy, literally-scarred veteran is the voice of the QM and knows everything and has his priorities right.Obviously.
Aequum Tuticum was sacked only yesterday. We'll have to wait some time until we can say what Atellus got out of it.
We'll have to wait until after the campaign to say anything definite about how the Samnites will behave in the future
So, side note, just watched the Historia Civilas video on the Pontifex Maximus.
The relevant bit about the College of Pontiffs starts at 2:35. Basically, they work with the Pontifex Maximus to decide religious & moral laws, and sit as judges of religious law cases. When one of its members dies, they meet to elect another. They primarily pick their new members from young aristocrats, where they learn on the job. The position is a lifetime appointment, and there's no conflict with having a normal political career at the same time. Now, our house is currently rather battered, but we've got the pedigree, and we've got a good relationship with Scaevola. It'll be hard, and require a good deal of luck, but I'd like to take advantage of our association with the high priest of Rome and see if we can't get strong enough to be able to secure a position. It would be years before we would be ready to even try, but it's something to look forward to.
Alternatively, we could let him betray the the town, then reward him... as a traitor deserves. It would be a pretty Roman thing to do.So my only dilemma is whether to laugh in his face, draw my gladius and decapitate him right here and right then and answer his proposal with "No." before his head bounces on the ground, or make soothing noises that of course we agree with whatever he has in mind, as one does with madmen, and send him back whilst planning to do whatever course of action that least involves his delusions.