Caesar had all kinds of talent seemed he could do everything he turned his hand to. Calpurnia, Caesar's wife owned a kitten, whom she called her little boy, hence he felt entitled to rule as well. That Corona Civica he's got on his head was not earned.Caesar he was not. Scared of mice.
"No child in that age should've gone through this much," Lenore decided after the little girl had finished her story. "And you- you've become a killer! It's a wonder you're in your mind..." She hesitated. "And...thanks for not killing me." Kyra grinned evilly. "Better keep watching me anyway, eh?" Lenore blushed. Kyra sighed and muttered, "Suppose I'd have to thank you too for saving my life." She looked up at this northern girl's face. "Now we're even." Lenores face fell. "Even?!"