<strong>Rioghan at training, The Ludus</strong><br/><br/>The Celt only had mild interest in what was going on around him, he had long ago learned it best to if possible drown out the banter of the Ludus grounds even if it would be his desire to partake in the ribbing and taunting. But the Gladiator had skills to keep keen, he could laugh and joke later. Perhaps there might even be wine and whores if the Lanista was feeling generous. Rioghan had grown quite fond of wine and whores, with a preference of two parts to the latter for every one part of the former. For now however, he would just place himself in his trainings, focus on the wood upon which his faux weapon was put upon again and again, feel the harsh heat of the sun further tanning his once pale skin now turned bronze by its time in this far away land from when he came.  Most others appeared to leave, to the bath house. He was sure he'd find himself there soon enough, to cool the ache of well worked muscle.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was instinct that took over, that guided his hands and feet as he danced a deadly dance around the training piece. But his mind began to drift with no apparent take from his efforts. Of course, if one had repeated the techniques as often as he had mayhap it would be expected that they could do it in their sleep as was so often described. His mind went back to his first fight for the Ludus, the panic and worry of what was going on around him in a strange place Even if he had fought many times before that, the first time in the arena was so very different.