<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, making notes and welcoming the Dominus<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.lawrensnest.com/images/rac9005b.jpg)</div>"It's good, safe." Autolycus explained as Sorcha asked about the drink, completely misinterpreting her meaning.<br/><br/>He continued to scribble away at his notes, adding phonetic interpretations of her words to the pictures of her markings and the Greek translations to them. He'd known the Picts had their own language of course. But he'd never heard of them having a written language as well... Almost like civilized people. Fascinating. As he worked Autolycus seemed quite oblivious to the Pict's growing distress. Oh he heard her complaints - justified, yes, but quite pointless. He simply could not afford to let her out and he'd felt he'd made that more than clear already. Now if she would just calm down a little. All this panic was not making things any better. "Sit," he encouraged her, patting the ground to clarify. "Drink. Eat." He gestured at the wine, the bread. "We talk, yes?"<br/><br/>Autolycus looked up as the infirmary door opened, and quickly scrambled to his feet when he recognized Manius.<br/><br/>"Dominus," he said, inclining his head a little. Not too much, he was not a slave.<br/><br/>He remained standing, the stylus and wax tablet still in his hands, waiting for his employer to speak.