Speak for the peasants

"Well?" Cleopatra said, rising from her seat and letting her glorious body show through her draping clothes. "You are the one chosen by the peasants to voice their concerns."

She looked haughtily at the man standing before her. He was muscular, wearing only a wrap around his waist and sandals, the garb of the workers. Despite his low position, he had pride that annoyed Cleopatra instantly.

"What is it? More demands for more food? Less work?" She shook her head. "Well I can tell you know, if that's the case you're wasting your time!"

"I'm afraid not, Empress." He said, bowing his head. "In fact, I came to do something for the workers who serve under you."

"What?" Cleopatra asked, annoyed at the time that was being wasted.

"I'm to express their grievances with actions, and show you the error of your pride and ." He said, raising his head and stepping forward towards her...