Jonathon sulked down the narrow street. All the other's problems had been solved. Flavia had resolved to marry as her father wished, Nubia was loyal and accepted her brothers decision and Lupus…well Lupus was just Lupus as usual. He on the other hand was torn between his two identities, Jonathon and Ira, peace and anger, love and war.
Looking at the ground he walked, slouching along the road, kicking a rolled up piece of papyrus as he went. Suddenly he heard quick footsteps ahead of him and before he could look up a young girl had grabbed his coin purse and sprinted off. His worries had not left him defenceless, he ran after the girl, breathing in the herbs around his neck as he went.
She ran for a while and then, assuming that Jonathon had not followed walked the rest of the way. She weighed up the coins in her palm, chucking the bag from one hand to another. Some people were so careless, she thought absent-mindedly. She took out the few coins from inside. This would be enough to feed her family for the next few nights with more to spare! How was it that a boy who could carry around this much money and not even chase her for it would walk around in this part of Ostia? Surely he knew not to go here if he didn't want to be robbed?
She stopped at a tavern on the way back and as she entered the room low wolf-whistles and cat-calls followed her to the bar. A handsome man in his twenties slapped her on the behind. She was used to it by now but shuddered and she ordered a cup of spiced wine well watered. Jonathon looked on from the shadows.