<strong>~Galo, heading from the infirmary to the baths, via an eye full of gladiator brawl and a trip to his cot~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>"Go on then,"</strong>Autolycus said, when Galo paused in the door, the odd situation making him hesitate<strong>"Thank you for the supplies. We can talk later, when you're not as busy."</strong><br/><br/>Galo nodded and left. He felt awkward with the medicus now, not quite sure what to make of it all. It all seemed against type for the man but Galo has seen himself how people could change.<br/><br/>Outside, he saw the others disappear into the villa and almost hesitated at the sight of a brawl erupting in the Gladiator mess hall. What did make him stop, and double take, was the sight of an attractive, dark haired woman in the midst of it all.<em>Teutates!</em>he thought to himself,<em>what is she doing...? </em><br/><br/>The Gladiators, he could see as he watched, were all shaven and oiled, presumably for a presentation soon - Galo would have to be ready himself by then - and, watching the growing fight with keen eyes, saw that the woman was also thus prepared. So, the Dominus desired a spectacle to draw the crowds, did he? Was she to fight animals? Other woman? Men? Galo almost snorted to himself as he began to walk again, eyes still on the fight, trying to take note of new faces, who was fighting, who was watching, who was cheering, who was trying to intervene - and of course watching the woman in the thick of it all. She was eye catching, certainly, though she would have to train hard and posses considerable talent to hold her own in the arena against any of the men. If she did not, the Dominus might as well have the men fuck her on the sands for all the<em>spectacle</em>that would bring! After all, a slave dead too soon was a waste of coin. Galo hoped for her sake that the Dominus had chosen wisely in making her a Gladiatrix.<br/><br/>Stepping into the villa, Galo spared a thought to what punishment would be dealt to those responsible for the fight after they had already been prepared. He hoped that any complications would not sour the mood of the Dominus and Domina too much, lest the house slaves feel the brunt of it.<br/><br/>Down the hall, he looked in time to see Nakia and the two other slaves disappear into the baths. Sighing he sped up his pace, keeping his foot falls quiet for sake of possible entertainment - to be rewarded when near the end of the corridor a young male slave almost bumped into him, his eyes going wide in alarm. Galo merely grinned at him, perhaps a tad too predatory and waved him away before he could say anything.<br/><br/>Bypassing the baths, he ducked into the slave's sleeping cubicles. Stepping up to his own bed, he pulled out the storage box underneath and fished the key for it from his belt. Opening it, his hands flew over the contents while he muttered under his breath, checking they had not been disturbed in his absence; first the clothes, under which were herbs of various uses, but no poisons, not here. Shoving all of the bags from his trip that he had brought with him in the box, except for the pouch for the baths, he quickly took out a clean tunic - smart and decorated in reflection of his station in the house -, a clean loincloth, a new belt and sandals for use inside, a razor, comb and a tightly bound bundle of herbs to scrub with - sniffing it first to be certain it was the<em>right </em>scrub. Satisfied, he closed and locked the box, replacing it under his cot.<br/><br/>He arrived at the baths in time to see the women step into the water, his quiet steps offering him a moment to observe. There was nothing he had not seen before and all three were pleasing to the eyes, though as ever his eyes looked longest on the women. He sighed; it would not do to linger having offered to help. So, stepping forward into the room proper, he set his things down and turned to Nakia, “Here,” he said, then lightly tossed the small pouch of oil saturated bathing herbs and resins to her, “I think we could all use this; empty it into the water, all of it.”<br/><br/>Turning his back to the other three, he began to strip himself of his clothes, the relief of being rid of the travel stained things waring with the discomfort having to show the pale web of fine scars that crisscrossed his back and chest. The feeling would fade he new, it always did.