Is Memory Up the Ons?

i am a sylvius marcus, freedwoman of salia marcus. I've been sent here to assist her daughter for kindness she once did me. The world here is already ancient. It's not much i can recognize except the sea. There's broken pottery and tiles, rusted bits of metal,. tattered riggings and refuse of all sorts. Far up the beach, i see what must be beach scavengers. They are headed the other direction. On the other side of the dunes are a series of caves. cave dwellers like these tend to choose these areas because they dislike the oppressive reach of the states. But are records of roman activity and