As you do so, a small contingent of heavily armed men push their way arrogantly through the crowd in your direction. “It’s the Praetorians!” hisses a fat man on your right. “Somebody’s in trouble.” “Bet your life!” mutters his companion. “That’s their Tribune, Cassius Chaerea, leading them. When he’s about, somebody’s definitely in trouble!” Do you imagine it might be you? You might try avoiding yon Cassius who has a mean and hungry look by making an Absolutely Anything Roll. If it kills you, go to 13. If you fail, you’d better await developments quietly at 17. If you succeed, you can slip away quietly from the auditorium and make your way to another destination via your tourist map at 25. Of course if you’ve a clear conscience and a trusting nature, you don’t have to try avoiding the Praetorians at all. You can just sit there counting the sunbeams until they’re on top of you at 17.
