<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, asking the Dominus about his Pictish<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"I'd appreciate that," Autolycus replied as Manius promised to bring him some dead, possibly even some live bodies to investigate. It was good to have a master who wasn't squeamish about what needed to be done in the interest of science.<br/><br/>He returned to the Dominus' side carrying a plain bit of cloth to use as a gag and a leather collar to put around Sorcha's neck, a long iron chain attached to the front of it seeing as a slave aught to walk behind her master. It would do for now. If Manius so wished a craftsman could come around later to make her a true slave-collar, the metal kind that would need to be bolted around her neck and bore the legend 'If found please return to...'.<br/><br/>He handed the items to the Dominus and waited by the cage, looking at Sorcha as he did. He frowned a little as he called him what he considered her version of his name, pleading with him, and shook his head. He could do nothing for her now and he'd rather not show his unusual interest in her by being overly kind and soothing. Not in front of his master - her owner.<br/><br/>"I think she's almost ready," he said, as if he'd simply been checking to see if the drugs were taking hold yet.<br/><br/>"So," he asked, unable to contain his curiosity. "How does a Roman born and raised learn to speak what's probably the most barbaric language of them all?"