<strong>~Cingetorix in the gladiatorial bath house with Berenagrius and Ryann~</strong><br/><br/>He had scrubbed his entire body with special attention given to the places that counted the most. Cingetorix finally stood from the bath, water trickling deliciously over his well toned muscles as he stepped from the dirty water. He tossed the scour on the bank of the bath and glanced at the bulk of a man sitting in the bath talking incessantly to Ryann like two long lost friends who were catching up on old times. His caramel eyes gave an indignant roll as he started to turn to fetch his fresh, clean loin cloth from the slave waiting outside the bathhouse, as they had been instructed upon entering.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You are not the talker, that I can obviously see boy. You at least know the right way to start."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He had taken all he could bear. Turning to face the man nonchalantly, he slowly padded toward the two, eyeing the man with disdain. As he neared Berenagrius, he reached down and picked up a small wooden stool, promptly flipped it so that he was holding it by one leg and then gave the stool a mighty swing in an attempt to smash it into the big man’s face. “Aaaaaah!” He yelled with the might of the swing, muscles tensing and tightening all over his body.<br/><br/>He realized before he made the attempt that it was a foolish thing to do, but the man’s constant talking and lofty tone had wore on his nerves far too long now and he was no longer able to curb his desire to make the man just shut the hell up.<br/>