<strong>Manius on route to inspect his stock</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Once she had satisfied him, Manius Sertorius Atellus dismissed the slave. As she left, he considered that she was not one of his particularly favourites. In fact he probably hated her, but she had satisfied him sexually. Well sort off. However, he found that he was still frustrated and considering that she had not helped him with that, he began to mull over some of the suggestions he had overheard from the more outspoken slaves. Fortunate for them they were the more attractive slaves amongst his folk so they had not incurred his wrath as of yet. But looks don’t last forever, he considered with a smile. He would deal with them on the first sign of wrinkles or the first grey hair, whichever came first.<br/><br/>He found that pulling out one of the trouble makers from time to time and publicly flogging them seemed to keep the others in check for a time. Perhaps that tactic was long overdue as he considered that tonight might be a good time to return to such an activity. He would suggest it to his beloved. What imagination the slaves had. If only he had heard the suggestions on the size of his manhood, or indeed the disrespectful remarks directed towards his beloved, then he might not have been so generous, with letting them chat so freely.<br/><br/>With the slave now gone from his sight, he promptly got dressed. Whilst doing so, he considered what he wanted to do next. Would he return to his beloved, to share his suggestion of a flogging, or would he check on his stock before it became too late in the day to do so. With the mood between the two still strained, he nodded to himself as he made up his mind. It was time for the man to do his duty and inspect the meat and check that they were integrating well with his more established property. As he put the final touches to his outfit, which was a simple deep red tunic wrapped around his waist, he beefed up his bare muscular chest before heading to the door.<br/><br/>As soon as he was out of his study, he headed down the corridor to the left in the direction of the stairwell. “Sex with horses, indeed” he muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor. In his current frustrated mood, perhaps he would have achieved the same with one of them. He dismissed the thought before it had even implanted completely in his mind.<br/><br/>Once down the stairs he found himself, like many times before, in the inner courtyard. Pausing for a moment to take in a full intake of air into his lungs before once again continuing his walk through the courtyard. As he stood there, images of his favourite, Rioghan, flooded his head. What a champion of champions he was. Almost worthy of his own achievements, until finally thoughts of his own journey to this day washed over him. His life as a soldier, then a slave and finally a gladiator in his own right until buying his freedom to finding himself on these lucrative sands as a Lanista at the age of thirty seven. He understood what it was to be a gladiator more than most and with such skill, that Rioghan processed, he know that he would some day lose him too freedom. If the Celt indeed wanted such a thing.<br/><br/>As the images faded from his mind, he took his first step into the courtyard. To his relief he had no need to go and hunt for the doctore as he found that he was heading towards him. As he approached, Manius commanded “Doctore! Turn on your heel as you can accompany me to the mess hall."<br/><br/>On their way to the mess hall, Manius spots Cilo entering the inner courtyard from the herb garden with a handful of guests. He paused on route once again and eyed a slave, that he called Canis, to his right who was cleaning the pond of moss. Canis was quick to notice the situation and turned his head to face his dominus.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div></div><br/>Moving his arm towards the slave, Manius gestured with his finger to move. “Canis, come closer.” The slave obeyed without question.<br/><br/>Out of ear shot of the guests, he ordered “Find Galo for me and tell him that he needs to deal with the guests in the inner courtyard, as I have not the time for such things currently.”<br/><br/>He turns to the guests with a forced smile and raised his voice so that they could hear. “Apologies to all as I need to attend to a prior engagement that can not wait. However I will return once this has been concluded.”<br/><br/>He then turns to Canis again and lowers his voice once again. “See to it that I am informed as to where Galo takes the guests.” He then remembered that he had not told the slave where Galo might be, so he considered the possibilities.<br/><br/>After a few moments he spoke again. ”If you do not know the whereabouts of Galo, head to the servants baths, as I have word that he may be there. Do not take excuses for his delay in doing this task as the day is drawing to a close and we do not have time for such luxuries. Feel free to summon me should they require my company as I am quite sure that my inspection in the mess hall will take but moments.”<br/>