<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus wants to get to work already<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>Autolycus watched dispassionately as the blows rained down on the wild woman, now caught in a heavy net. The beating, he felt, was hardly necessary, but this was Burrus. The medicus has seen the guard captain in action before and had noticed how the man seemed to enjoy using excess force. He regretted having to call him inside, but he would not have been able to secure the wild woman himself.<br/><br/>The medicus' eyes flared then, as Burrus shouted at him, scolded him for not calming the woman. What did he think!? A few softly-spoken words and the barbarian would turn civilized!? But he ground his teeth and bit back a reply. Instead he focused once more on the Welsh slave, now kneeling on the floor and bleeding all over it.<br/><br/>"You'll permit me to treat your wounds?" He asked the woman, more for form than anything. He still wasn't sure if she even understood the Roman tongue. He grabbed Cariad’s upper arm and helped her to her feet, steering her towards one of the beds. "Please lie down so I can take a look at your back," he said, gesturing to make his intent clear in case his words did not. "And you," he spoke to the injured guard now. " Sit down," he indicated a chair, "And I’ll see what I can do about your ear."<br/><br/>Finally he acknowledged Burrus, now standing over the Pict with a raised sword. "Thank you captain for that timely intervention," he said in a quiet, level voice. No hint of anger now. "I should still very much like to try and calm this one," he went on, hoping the man would refrain from killing the Pict. At least the woman had stopped fighting and was now drawing pictures in the sand with her own blood. He had a feeling that quiet demeanor wasn’t going to last though.<br/><br/>"I believe she'll need to be secured." And since chains were obviously not enough to hold this one, "Do you know if there's a free slave pen?" He asked, "Or perhaps one of the animal cages…?"<br/><br/>That, he felt, would be strangely fitting.