Main Office, Curia Cornificia, Anko, Afriki
Middle of the first month of 576
His brown hair fell messily over his forehead. Prisco Rufo was looking at the pile of messy papers on the vast table of the living room with a mixture of frustration and anguish, his gray eyes surrounded by deep circles under his eyes. Each written word was, for him, the screams of the capital city in chaos.
He longed with all his being to find a way to restore peace to the region. Why? Although his only responsibility, at the beginning, was to secure Anko, Philipart entrusted him with the task of neutralizing those who attempted against innocent lives. He was frightened, frightened of failing such a responsibility and being remembered as the praefectus who let Afriki fall into ruin.
