Marcus in the baths doing impression of spare prick at a wedding.<br/><br/>Marcus returned to looking at the wall as the two slaves carried out their task. He glanced down at the two of them as they shaved him of the couple of day’s growth from the journey. So this was his new home, at least now he had a fair idea of how places like this worked.<br/><br/>Unlike the first days when he was fresh from the Legion and new to the life of a Gladiator. That had been hard, both physically and emotionally. But as his body had hardened his emotions had become so callused over he sometimes wondered did he have any left?<br/><br/>He still had the burning drive to survive that was the only emotion he was actually sure he felt any more. One of the slaves seemed to be enjoying the oiling way too much and as Marcus looked down the man smiled at him. Searching Marcus’s face and then eyes for any flicker of interest.<br/><br/>But there was no interest, in fact Marcus’s eyes reminded the man of a Lion he had once seen in a cage. The Lion’s eyes had been like that, flat, disinterested as it had lain on its side in the cage. One of the trainers had come to stand by him and commented. “Looks lazy does it not, but open that cage and it would be a snarling mass of fury that would kill us all for imprisoning it.”<br/><br/>The man bent his head quickly and his movements stopped being a caress and became business like just as his fellow slave was. Then the job done the two slaves scuttled out of the room leaving him alone.<br/><br/>Marcus looked around the room, seemingly he was alone or was there guards waiting outside to jump him if he attempted to leave and thus gave them the excuse. Although from the sounds of it there seemed to be a brawl going on, so maybe not?<br/><br/>But he was taking no chances, so like the ex-legionary he was he stiffened to attention and basically switched off.<br/>