Marcus straightened up from the pieces of a shattered plate he was collecting and studied the advancing man. He examined the way he moved a gladiator he would say. And not a champion there was a definite feel about that.<br/><br/>Although Marcus was curious, most slaves he knew would not volunteer for work, in fact what most looked for was a chance to slope off to a quite corner.<br/><br/>“Marcus” he nodded, “And I have no idea who started the fight or what it was about. Yes a slave was killed.” His tone was indifferent like he was saying the sun was in the sky. “If you wish to help, then please do so.”<br/><br/>After working for a few minutes, “So tell me about the main character I need to know about.”<br/>