<sup><strong>Cappius - Favoured slave</strong></sup><br/><br/>Cappius is watching from the shadows, feeling sorry for the poor basterds down on the sand, mere amusements for these creatures of the night. He glances at the newly arrived Daeva, and appreciate her body, beautiful as only the daeva can be.<em> 'How come these creatures are hiding in the shadows of the mortals, when they could rule them all?'</em>Cappius ponders the reasons to why they are all existing in the shadows of man for a moment, before adjusting his posture, hiding his curiosity.<br/><br/>He then remembers one of the reasons, as he can smell the blood from the sand below, the reason to why they all are creatures of the night. The reason to why he's kept alive, as protection against the horrors of daylight. He feel sorry for them, sorry that they never can watch the sunset, and feel the sun on their skin.<br/><br/>Cappius looks at Isabel, at Marcellis and at Domina. Then he returns to watch the gladiators below, hoping that at least some of them are proven to be of value.