He'd been raised and trained to view all non-Legion as worthless scum, only good for recruting, slavery, broodmares, whores or death. Mainly the Legion dished out death, destruction and when the opportunity came up - as it did a lot - plenty of very dominant sex with very unwilling females. Once the deed was over, the females would either be enslaved for later use or would be killed and discarded, not thought about ever again.
Such was the life of a Legionaire. Vulpes loved the power which arose from every aspect of his title as being the Leader of the Frumentarii. His group were the eyes and ears of Caesar, scouring the lands for information, traitors and the like. Now and then they'd head out and spy, blending in well with others, keeping the enemy close to heart as a friend, a lover, a coworker. Whatever it took.
It was during the later afternoon when Caesar summoned Vulpes to see him. The mission was to simply head out to Idle Creek and report what he found out. Idle Creek was a small settlement not many people had heard of. Rumor had it that the place had fresh soil to grow food in, fresh water, grass and trees. If so, that would be a good secondary stronghold for Caesar to control.
On the way, Vulpes decided to find a good area to have a light meal since it was starting to grow dark. He'd take a quick rest and then move on; it was always wise to travel at night especially when moving into unknown territories such as the area around Idle Creek was. It wasn't a half mile later that Vulpes noticed a fire going in the near distance. He moved in slowly, looking for activity. From what he could make out, it was simply a traveling merchant. A female traveling merchant.
What a good, filling meal Vulpes had. The merchant had a lot of food, water, weapons and armor on her brahmin and had graciously allowed Vulpes a nice pick of whatever he wanted. As he enjoyed his brahmin steak, freshly hot off the fire, he reached down and patted the merchant's shoulder as he sat on her stomach. "Your generosity with all your wares is noted, definitely." Was all the Frumentarian said as he took another bite of his dinner. She just looked up at him silently. He was in no rush to leave and, soon as he finished eating, he put the fire out, lied down his bedroll and took a light, 2 hour nap to rejuvenate.
Upon waking, Vulpes picked out a few things to bring with him on the rest of the journey and glanced down at the merchant. "Vale." He murmured and walked on toward his destination, the merchant's two and a half hour long dead eyes still looking up silently.
Like all females used and killed by the Legion, she was forgotten immediately.