<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, locking on Aulus, moving to the balcony~</strong></em></div><br/><strong>The Aegis Sea</strong><br/><em>She had found two from her land, had found two that even knew of the name Ryann ap Elim. Knew her for the warrior daughter of the Ard Ri. She had been able to speak to them, albeit briefly and in short increments. Yet they had all simply spoken of Home. At first there was deference for her status, but she managed to make these men know that they were all slaves to the Romans here, equals in their plight. She had been angry when the two Irishmen had been taken to row, had even railed that she should go as well, all for naught. She was a woman, surely not strong enough, let alone were she in injured in such an activity, she would be worth less money at market. <br/>Therefor she had been helpless to do nothing but watch as her countrymen made their fatal mistake, as they attempted escape. As they yelled for their freedom, making their way towards Pompey with murder in their eyes. She had screamed her defiance as the man bearing the razored whip did his duty, as blood and flesh flew through the air, as the bodies of her kinsmen fell to to their deaths. <br/>And indeed, green hues shone with hatred, staring with rage upon the Legionaire with the tattooed neck, her mind already working on retribution...</em><br/><br/>...and here he was. It could be none other but the murdering cur. Eyes widened just slightly as Aulus met her fierce gaze, and she noted the bit of recognition. So caught up she was in boring death into Aulus' skull with her gaze alone that she almost didn't hear the new orders to move to the balcony. Her  thoughts were already working on the mans death, and how it could be obtained, and immediately. As Aulus and the merchant and the other slaves began to file towards the balcony, she kept all her attention upon the Legionaire. It didn't even occur to her to be bothered that they were simply being ushered about the ludus like sheep. It didn't even matter to her that the slaves of the guest Domina were staying in the study, and not following.<br/><br/>All that mattered was the man with the neck tattoo..<br/><br/>