<strong><strong>~Ludus~</strong><br/></strong><br/>“Dominus, Domina.”  Doctore  greeted the couple with a solemn nod as he wrapped the whip about his hand. His eyes wandering over to the wagon that carried the new deal of slaves he began to ponder. Some were potential house slaves, serving the Domina and fulfilling the just duties of the house. One girl in particular stood out. The impression he got from her was that of wild boar straight out the brush. Her whole demeanor read difficulty. Another slave , pale in complexion would most likely serve inside as well. She would have a much better chance at winning the Domina’s favor than the wild one.<br/>However his mind was not focused on house slaves, but the newly purchased recruits, by fate might get the chance of being branded into the brotherhood. He remembered the faces of those worth remembering and how great a privilege it is to fight on the sands, branded the mark. Currently he saw few potentials in this very Ludus. Of course the champion had proved promising from the beginning, but just like the sun and the moon rises and falls so do the champions. His own experiences with glory in the arena proved that, but a name could last forever only if lead by the greatness of the voice. He wondered many times which one had the potential to become a god of the arena and which one would only be said in a whisper by common passerby.<br/><em>We shall see…</em><br/>The most interesting thing was the woman. He had heard of tribes of female warriors that hid in the lush forests in the mountains and plains. He wasn’t sure were the Amazon had rained from, but for the first time Ryann had brought an interest to the ludus. No doubt word of her hand spread across the city. What exactly was a woman among men? She had a lot to prove on these sands and regardless of her stance she had great potential to bring glory or ill humor. Ammon had the swiftest tongue in the ludus, but just like his quick words his movements were also. To be a warrior and be trained into gladiator were challenges he took exception too. It was like breaking down their old habits and building upon them new foundations on which to base there training on. Many had been reckless, but the smarter ones learned quickly.<br/>He hoped the coins that purchased theses slaves had been put to good use. His only job was to prepare them, both mentally and physically for battle on the arena and before training started he would make an example, but first the Dominus would decide.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><em>~Ludus~</em><br/><br/>Asine' was drying up in this heat, but she didn't let that bother her. Her satiny tresses began to to stick along the curve of her back as she followed Valeria. Always remembering to keep her mind focused and alert should the Domina call on her, but for some reason her mind began to wander off. She though of the sun and the sky and how blue they were. It must of been good sign for the Romans that their gods would bless them on this day. She took signs in things such as this and as she stood there sweat began to bead her brow as her caramel complexion glowed just a bit.<br/><br/>Finally word came that the Dominus had summoned his wife to look at the new 'stock' as she would hear some Roman citizens say. In her mind some Romans held such a poor choice of words for things they didn't understand. However she would never speak on it for obvious reasons.  She followed quietly the Domina to the training grounds to have a closer look at what coin had purchased. Excitement wasn't the word, more like curiosity as she held tightly onto the flask of water should either the Dominus or Domina require the drink. Asine only ventured down below to retrieve slaves and stock. She was given her own quarter in which she could peacefully sleep and yet close enough to aid the master's of the house should they need it. Her bare feet hit the sands and she delighted in the sensation she got the grainy grounds nestling between her feet. Standing behind Valeria she noticed a few of the men and one extremely tall woman. She was very beautiful and in her country female warriors were not unknown, but here in this city she must have been a wonder.  Her eyes wondered over ever fine figure, every sinewy muscle and sculpted flesh. The Lanista knew how to pick his fighters well.  So focused on the gladiators she had not been aware that the Doctore had walked up to greet the Dominus and Domina. He too was considered a trusted slave and though a slave he had the respect of the Dominus as well as others if she was safe to think so.