Marcus Cornelius Falco prided himself as an intelligent man - with a plan for any occasion, still as he turned to face the woman he could not bring himself to act in his usual public manner. He instead simply nodded. "I am a senator, yes." The years - 40 of them - had not been too kind to the man. He seemed at the least a decade older, maybe two than what he was in years. Though his face was still quite handsome it had gotten quite a few wrinkles to it and his hair had began going gray out of sheer stress and overworking. Still he seemed to be physically far more fit than any man in his position would have the need to be. Falco's arms were noticeably strong. "How may I be of service to you, li'll miss?" The former consul tilted his head slightly and offered a calming smile as he examined the woman with his dark eyes. "You know something important, do you not?"
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After finishing his little tale Cato made his way out of the arena. He wore just a simple tunic and a leather belt around his waist. Calmly the greek began searching for Falco.