<div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, waiting in the study~</strong></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/>Green eyes would slip closed as she made her way to stand 'at attention' with the golden Rioghan, and the ever quiet Marcus. She had to admit that this new man dealt with their current situation with ease. Fool. Her breaths she attempted to calm, for she was still seething within at her predicament. No matter that the Egyptian and even her Brother in Land had warned her to simply take things as they were, to do what was needed to survive. Her reserves were beginning to wear thin.<br/><br/>And as her exotic hues eased open again to witness the slaves standing about her, those of the House whispering amongst themselves and slipping glances in her direction, her jaw began to work again. Refreshments were offered to the guests, but not to herself or those standing waiting. She stood there dirty, disheveled, and angry, yet her chin lifted, firm breasts pushed forth as she brought her shoulders back to stand straighter. They would all be reminded of who she was eventually.<br/><br/>Her gaze wandering again, she watched the snarling woman (Sorcha) for a few moments, noting the restraints. Wild still, obviously looking for a way out by the way those wild eyes flipped about the study. The Pict would need to be watched for sure. If she caused a scene, Ryann might be able to use such an opportunity to her advantage.<br/><br/>To the guests now, sneering as she watched the simpering female follow ofter the Dominus. All painted and perfumed, yet obviously the men of Rome found such as her divine. Snorting softly to herself, she would look upon the Gladiator that was obviously the the woman's guard, and an apparent Gladiator to boot. Formidable perhaps, but surely only if his mistress was in distress.<br/><br/>Finally, she would settle her gaze upon the old merchant and his young aid, Aulus. He seemed to not be a slave, as he held no collar.  Young, handsome, seeming to attempt to just blend into the background. Her brow worked into a scowl, trying to see him more. Slowly her eyes widened as Aulus turned his head enough to witness the Legionaire tattoo upon his neck. And as she was looking closer, it seemed.. maybe.. she might recognize him..<br/><br/>