Vestibulum Cauponae Apollodori

As you enter the narrow vestibule of this sordid inn, you turn your head to the side, cringing at the layers of filth on the floor and wincing at the pungent, suffocating odor. A dancing-girl hurries past, muttering something about the "drunken beasts" in the tavern. You do see a young aristocrat in a toga praetexta, however, and you wonder what he is doing in such an establishment. (Click on Marcus and then activate for an explanation.)