<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/10/5e/30/105e3027620c6de3802c5971acb2d9e1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damacles<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Gladiator<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Noon August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Interior regions of the house first, then wanders to the exterior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather sandals with a subligaria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cincia<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Marcus O'rogenous<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Brooding and keeping an eye on things<strong></strong><hr/><br/>As reported by his Domina, the interior of the villa was well staffed with both servants and guards. The Romans in attendance began to break off into little groups for mingling and conversation. The night is early and the celebration is young. Later in the night he has little doubt the men and women of Rome will succumb to the desires of the flesh, turning the now innocent party into an orgy. His concern this moment is the warning of his Domina that said her husband, and his Dominis, may be marked for death.<br/><br/>He kept an eye on Marcus and walked around the room silently. He studied the guests. Trying to get a sense of them and their sense of his Dominis. Anyone seeing him would see a gladiator mingling among the guests, but they would also notice how well trained he is. He takes no wine unless offered by a Roman above his station. He speaks to no one unless spoken too. Yes Damacles knows his place in the Roman society, and his is not a station of idle conversation or parties. His final investigation leads him out to the garden. His thinking is that an assassin might slip into the house over the wall and make attempt on Marcus from the shadows.<br/><br/>His body tenses but a moment upon seeing Cincia in the garden, but relaxes when he realizes she is a roman woman of high birth and likely not an assassin. The one thing Damacles could never deny was the beauty of Roman women. He didn't know her name but the raven black hair was a striking contrast to the colors of the plants and flowers in the garden. Her form is beautifully proportioned and she stands with a regal authority that all women of noble birth seem to possess. He turns to walk back into the villa before she sees him.