<div align="center">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a322/Kyodaiki/james-purefoy-rome.jpg)</div><br/>Cassius woke from bed early, the long trip home the previous day had seen him retire in early the previous evening, he did not need to be awoken by slave nor rooster. From what he could tell it had been light for some time when his eyes opened. He wondered briefly if breakfast had even been started yet, but his discomfort did not gnaw at his stomach, it had been insisted that he at least eat before he retired to his room.<br/><br/>After shifting out of bed, his mind not fully awake, but eyes open and aware he went about dressing himself quietly. Slipping into the light white robes of a toga, the slight chill of not sleeping under heavy covers urging him to pull on the second layer, up over his shoulder, and sighed as warmth began to gather. Before he left to seek out breakfast, or company, he reached to his dagger, the silver pommel, black grip, and sheathe standing out starkly to his white robes. But in fact he would look odd without it, he went practically no where without at least one in the pair of three.<br/><br/>In his Father's estate he felt no need for the blade's sisters, and thus he left them under the pillows of his bed, where they rested while he slept.<br/><br/>His bare feet sounded softly through the estate as he walked out of his chambers, hand rested casually on the hilt of his dagger out of habit, heading to the loudest sounds, that of the gladiators. Upon arriving at the upper balcony he noted that his Sister had gathered with two slaves, looking down on their father's Gladiators. He understood his sister's fascination, it was the most entertaining thing to be seen at home.<br/><br/>With a very faint smile, something warm and open for his Sister, he walked to her side and rested an arm over her shoulders. Ignoring the presence of Paniz, his sister's companion as much as her slave. Cassius lightly held his Sister to his side. "Dear Sister, it is good to see you. I had missed you upon my arrival." Warm brown eyes looked down to her, a warmth that was sadly lacking over the past few years still radiated somewhere deep within for his Sister. Although the same could be said for his Mother as well, but that was likely all the warmth he felt left to him.<br/><br/>Briefly he glanced down to the training grounds, giving a respectful nod to his Lucious, the man taught him much and earned respct. He reminded him of his father, if only in the fact that they had both seen war. They had that in common, but unlike his Father after the wars the old General had nothing to return to. "I see you still enjoy watching them." He said without turning his head to his Sister, his tone holding a weight meant to make her think that he had some insight into why she watched. It wouldn't be hard to assume so, he had a keen insight, but it took time. However when he made people believe he had the insight already they would loosen their tongue to defend themselves before he could accuse them, and the technique had been polished in his dealings.