<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus calls the guards<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>Autolycus’ glanced back at Cariad as she spoke up or rather babbled away in some barbaric tongue. She hadn’t responded to his words from before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she understood Latin at all. There was no doubt she was a fresh slave too, probably straight from the battlefields in the North. It was clear from the proud way she held herself, the way she too foolishly insisted on fighting her captors, if a little less viciously than the Pict. His green eyes traveled up and down her body then, much like the guard's eyes had before but there was no lust in his expression. Oh she was a fine-looking woman, but Autolycus was a medicus above all and so he looked at her wounds rather than her curves. Nothing life-threatening there, but she'd need some treatment to be made presentable.<br/><br/>It would have to wait 'till later. At least until after the Pictish woman was secure.<br/><br/>He looked from Cariad to Sorcha just in time to see the latter spit in the guards face, kick him in the groin and then... “Πέoς-Πλούτων!!*” He cursed as the feral woman bit off the guard’s ear. The man screamed, then staggered back, his hand clutching the side of his face. Blood seeped through his fingers and down his neck.<em>More work</em>, the medicus couldn’t help but think. And one dead Pict if she kept this resistance, this trouble-making up much longer.<br/><br/>“Burrus!! Guards!!” Autolycus shouted, his voice carrying well into the adjacent training yard. “Get in here!!”<br/><br/>Then, when the reinforcements entered, “Secure that woman! And be careful,” he added sardonically. “She bites…”<br/><br/><br/>*Lit. Hades' cock