Height of the Roman Empire

The Colosseum erupts in wild jubilation as you dispatch your final foe, vindicating your standing as the king of all gladiators. Moments later you’re triumphantly paraded through the white marbled citadel. Royals and nobles alike fill your golden chariot with glorious gifts of goat’s milk, frank and myrrh, cinnamon bark, and honey. These fragrant riches, unknown to the common man, envelop you and begin to emanate from your person. You raise your sword skyward and roar to the crowd, “do I not stink amazing?!” “Are you not entertained?!”