The Champion had completed his training for the day, muscles ached for the bathhouse. That was how one knew they had worked well that day...when their body<em>ached</em>for the bath house. Heavy steps carried Rioghan away from the training sands, so drenched in his sweat they were. As the celtic gladiator traversed the corridors of the Ludus approaching the bath house his ears realized the raised voice of their Doctore was falling upon them. He was not amused by the sounds of it. As he got closer and heard more a growing curiosity was sated bar for who was involved of course. A hand ran through his long red hair, it needed attention as much as the rest of him did. Yes the bath house was the only place for him now.<br/><br/>As he arrived his eyes fell on the scene. As much as he liked the idea of a dispute being settled on the sands, he was actually more interested in getting into the bath house himself. "At least they have passion, if nothing else." remarked Rioghan with a small smirk as he regarded those involved. He had come a long way in learning the language, he in fact could barely recall the last time he used his native tongue that wasn't in his head. There was something unfortunate to that, but perhaps the new girl and he may regale stories in home tongue.