<strong>Canis takes the Dominus’ orders to Galo in the Servants baths.</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div>Canis nodded to his Dominus and turned to head towards the baths. Given the close proximity of his destination from the inner courtyard, Canis was there in just moments. With the urgency of his orders firm in his mind, he scurries passed all in the baths until he is just metres from Galo. He looked at the man within inches of Galo for a moment before finally remembering what he was sent to do.<br/><br/>“Galo” he said “apologies. Dominus requires that you attend to a duty that he wishes for you and only you to perform, as he has other pressing engagements to attend too.” He pauses for a moment to focus. “Guests have arrived and Dominus requires that you finish up here and see to them. They are expecting you too, I do believe.” He waited once again for a response and to be dismissed so he can go back to tending his garden.<br/><br/><strong>Dominus puts his shit in order on the training sands of the Ludus.</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Manius listened to what his Doctore had to say as he informed him that Marcus Didius the ex Legionnaire turned Gladiator turned champion was ready for inspection. He nodded in agreement that he would indeed see him. He would see him along with his own champion Rioghan MacCarthaigh.<br/><br/>After a slight pause, where he saw to the visitor situation, his attentions were firmly back on Doctore. As they walked, he felt he should respond to him “Excellent, Doctore.” Distracted once again by the careful balancing act that he needed to perform on his evening, he rhetorically asked “What other delights do you have for me Doctore, on such a fine evening as this?”<br/><br/>As they ventured further from the sound of the conversations coming from he visitors, that noise was replaced by an oh so familiar one of rioting and mayhem. The Doctore must have just left them moments ago and by the sound of the ruckus, Manius considered that it had to have started well before he left to find him.<br/><br/>“What is going on?” he enquired softly, through his teeth, as he picked up his pace. Upon reaching the gate his worst horrors were confirmed as through it he saw, Gladiator and dog going at it tooth and nail with about as much skill as a pack of starving animals fighting over a dry bone.<br/><br/>If this is what the Doctore had to show him then he might as well pack up and retire, he thought. However, there had to be a simple explanation for this, hadn’t there? So first he would control the situation and decide an appropriate punishment for all involved, as the Doctore was clearly incapable of doing so.<br/><br/>While he waited for the gate to be unlocked, he considered how, so many times before, he would find peace when he inspected his folk. However, on this occasion he would find only distress on an already upsetting day.<br/><br/>Once the gate was opened, he strolled onto the sands exuding confidence and simply stood there as bits of clay pot and pieces a chair flow passed him and in some cases narrowly missed him. He would choice he words carefully in order to stop this display of anarchy. So he breathed in deep and before anyone could react, he bellowed.<br/><br/>“This is madness! You will all down weapon and form an orderly line or find yourself unable to fly as I toss you, personally, over that cliff.” With that, he aggressively pointed in the direction of the huge drop that would bring almost certain death to anyone who got to close to the edge.<br/><br/>He did not pause whilst doing this and continued to yell “Mark my words, as I am a man of few. Rule one, when I speak you will listen and obey. Do you understand me?”<br/><br/><br/>