... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sir, but this tent isn't for sleeping.
Way I see it, once the Romans here tell the Celts that we're not prisoners, but allies, we're dead. We need some way to keep this exchange from being necessary. A way to convince the Celts we're escaping, but also to convince the Romans we're still on their side...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Doc is too busy using his thinkpan to notice-
There's nothing quite like a good battle. The Romans are scattered, and their Legions too far north to save their own homes. There's already talk of them abandoning the isles to us, but I wager they'd make one last spear rattle before giving up.
-Nods, then gets to work cleaning the bloody weapons-
Well, I suppose I can only wish you good fortune.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Aodhán smiles and goes off to his men-
'Just south of another Roman town, sir. I know not the name.
Perhaps... we could convince the Romans to let us scout the forest, while the others convince the Celts to let them go to the forest as well...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

What if they start sacrificing virgins at us?
That's a nice name.
...Mine was Tifa.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist