Move against the bandits with your ragtag crew.

Finally, you nod. "Yes. I am. Assemble the men you can gather, Adolphus. We're moving against them today."

By mid-afternoon, you're standing before a crowd of men gathered from your estate and the nearby lands; landowners, slaves, and servants, a motley mix, to be sure, but they seem eager to take down these bandits that have been plaguing their home. You wish the damned Legion would do it - it's their job after all - but if they won't bestir themselves, someone has to.

You wear {if Armor Held = True}your armor {if Helm Held = True}and helm{endif}{else}your best toga{endif} and carry{if Gladius Held = True} your sword. The rest of the men are not so well-equipped; most of them are bearing simple spears, daggers, and even the occasional tool repurposed as a weapon. There are a number of hatchets and adzes. But they'll do the job.{else} a simple spear. Most of the men you've gathered are similarly equipped; they're not professional soldiers, and you see a number of daggers and even tools - hatchets and adzes - repurposed to kill.{endif}

You raise your voice. "We know that the bandits are somewhere in these hills, and I've a pretty good idea where! I grew up coming here, and I remember a cave system nearby that I explored in my youth. I suspect they're holed up there; it's large enough to house many people if they made it comfortable. It's just around the side of that hill."

You pace, attempting to work up their spirits. You want to be a leader, after all - here's a chance to do it. "These men attacked your land! Your people! They stole what you grew for yourselves and made it their own. But we are Romans! We're not going to live in fear. We're going to fight, and take back what's ours!" You turn to face them. "Are you with me?!"

A ragged cheer goes up from the assembly, and you grin. Hey, you could get used to this.