I am going to start, please sons, listen to me. An old man started to talk.

Sons, I lived so many years in this place. I learnt to keep people happy, to manage a city, to see it grow. But now, I'm very old. Gods knows that I have so little years of life to live... and so many things to do. Yes, there are so many things we can do together...

*looks at Brennus*

Brennus, you are the oldest of my sons. There is something I have to say to you, especially. Gods granted me an important mission. Our first aim. What you have to do.

There was once, a confederation of tribes. The Celts, our descendants, were an united confederation of tribes. But, time started to de-unificate them. Now, there are a lot of tribes, the Germans, who live in the dark forests, the Gauls, and the Celt-Iberians, otherwise known as The Hispanic people or the Spanish people. We, are Britons. We are Celts too. Now, battle between our brothers will broke out soon. This cant be tolerated. I propose a deal of life or death, alliance or hostility.

Also, Romans disturb the gods. I think death must be their second name.

Now, what do you think? Sons, I need your opinion. Please, tell me, what do you think about I told you?