[color=ed1c24][b]Titus Crassus- Quaestor of The Legion/ Praetorian Atius[/b][/color]

Titus and Atius watched in a mixture of amusement and disdain as the situation in the elegant restaurant had gone from tense, to downright hostile as The NCR representatives and another faction whom Titus did not immediately recognize had entered into an outright brawl. Someone had been stabbed, there was blood on the floor, and the fight had to be broken up. Things had, without a doubt, gotten off to an [i]excellent [/i]start at a convention ostensibly created to encourage peace in the region.

Titus sighed deeply and drummed his fingers against the polished wood of the table, annoyed at the proceedings. While these profligates made fools of themselves attending a faux convention that had only served to become a platform for the NCR's grandstanding and political bungling, men of The Legion were fighting and dying in the wastes of Arizona even as they sat here. When the man known as 'The King' had called an end to the first day's talks, Titus was all too thankful for it. If Mars was merciful, and he wasn't, the second day might pass with more decorum. 

"Thank Mars for that," Titus sighed, and stood up from his chair, "Perhaps now we might be able to actually get something done outside of this wretched restaurant."

"Indeed sir," Atius nodded grimly. The Praetorian wasn't much for talking, and even less for informal banter. However, it wasn't for his sharp wit that Caesar had appointed him to protect the Queastor. 

Without a word, Titus singled out the representatives of the Great Khanate, their immediate neighbors to the north. Tensions between them had been...uneasy, since the Great Khans had broken their alliance with The Legion. But Caesar Lucius had been willing to ignore that detail in exchange for the hopeful rekindling of their previous kinship. Hopefully this time under more equitable terms for both parties. 

Titus approached the man who he assumed was the leader of the Khan delegation, and gave a respectful bow,

"Titus Crassus," He said, introducing himself, "Quaestor of The Legion and the voice of Caesar here...following his departure. Do I have the honor of addressing the representatives of the Khan of Khans? I would ask that we speak privately somewhere, if you would hear me out. Somewhere, Mars willing, beyond these...opulent...walls. The Legion has setup a small camp just beyond the walls of Vegas. A contubernium of Legionaries wait there to act as my escort home...its difficult to quarter Legion soldiers in Vegas you see. I'd like to extend you an invitation for you and your men to join me there."