~<strong>Manius, on the sands, inspecting his purchases</strong>~<br/><br/>“<strong>ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!”</strong><br/><br/>The roar that was let loose through the training are indeed held testament as to why Manius perhaps wore the heads of lions upon his ceremonial garb. It was almost as if a lion had been let loose within the small arena.<br/><br/>Steady steps would take the Lanista from the shadows of the of the archway into the bright sun blazing down upon himself and his newly purchased slaves. A look would be given over his shoulder to his wife, lofting a brow at her. “ Perhaps you should deal with our guests at the gate my love. I would not want your beauty marred by the uncouth actions or words that might occur from the new meat... yet you may follow if it is your want..” Manius had to offer the Domina a cocked grin as his eye traveled over what was his. He knew how his wife was, yet he still desired to see her safe. He still desired her.<br/><br/>His attention was soon drawn back to the now slowly calming bustle of the grounds. Animals were being collared and reigned back in. The slaves were being yanked back into line where they belonged. Manius gave a look to Captain Burrus, and a nod. The man would be rewarded for his quick actions. Perhaps a whore for the night..and wine. Moving towards the slaves, his hands would be clasped behind his back, eyes traveling again over his prizes, checking out the meat at a more closer angle now.<br/><br/>The first he noted was Sorcha, the muzzle upon her face bring a scowl forth. A nod in her direction as he spoke, knowing he need not direct his words to any one person. His word was law here. “ Take the wild woman to Autolycus, and have him remove that gag. Rope her if need be. His calm ways might be enough to calm her. If she doesn't respond, kill her. Waste of my coin if she can't be used for anything.” The next in line was the small quiet girl, cowering amongst the line of wildness. “ Send her to the doctor as well, then have the Domina look her over. The house will be a good place for her.”<br/><br/>Next he would look upon Cingetorix and Berenagrius. He could feel the glare of his loyal Gladiators behind him, heat on the back of his skull, aimed at the new meat he dared bring in. A calloused hand would be held out towards the German to accept the papers meant for him, eyeing the monster of a man with a blank look. “ You are now my property. What you knew is no longer what you know. You will give up your shield and your clothing, and start in this Ludus at the bottom of the ranks like all the others. You hold no power here. You hold no rank. You will not do the job of the Doctore. You will fight your way into the Brotherhood as any other slave does here. No special treatment.” A  look would also be afforded to Cingetorix, looking the muscled man over quickly, and nodding. “ You as well will join the ranks. Fight well for this Ludus, fight well for me, and gain your freedom, either in truth, or in the glory of death.”<br/><br/>Finally he would come to Ryann, and stop in front of her. He would simply stare at her for many long moments, fingers clasped tight in a fist, jaw working as her ground his teeth while he thought.“ And you...woman. You fight, and with skill. I see it in your eyes. Yet this place is a place of men....” More silence as his cool, even gaze traveled over her near naked form, finally settling upon her hot angry gaze once again. “ Maybe you...will bring me a name. You will train as a Gladiatrix. You will train hard, or you will die. You will earn your mark here as any other. You will show me the skills in fighting you do have, and I will decide who to pit you with, or perhaps even pair with. In the end, as the others, you will fight and die, or fight and gain freedom. Your choice.”<br/><br/>With that he would turn on a sharp heel and stalk off the grounds to join his wife in welcoming their newly arrived guests.<br/><br/>