<strong>~Doctore, Outer Courtyard~</strong><br/><br/>Upon hearing the call, the Doctore quickly moved off to investigate the new man.  From what the Doctore could tell, the man seemed emotionless, but the practiced talent of a blank face that gave away nothing.  No resistance, no words, this man was apparently quite well trained and would make an excellent gladiator.  The Doctore smiled and gave a nod of approval.<br/><br/>"Slaves, have him cleaned, shaven and oiled for inspection by the Dominus."  He wasn't sure if this new gladiator had been specifically requested or purchased with this kind of training, but it was certainly something to investigate.  At the very least, if he was correct, the new gladiator should be training others, not being trained by himself.<br/><br/>It was a matter that he knew would best be brought to the gladiator's attention directly.  Not two steps had he taken towards the villa, however, when he heard the crash that indicated fighting.  His hands balled to fists at his sides and he cursed.  Had he not just broken up a fight?  Had he not already shown more clemency than was required of him?  Yet this news was important, so he would have to hurry.  If the gladiators were so desperate to fight, then at least the weaker ones would be culled off by their inability to control their own tempers.