She watched as her mother and brother walked away. Leaving her alone with her father besides for Pan that is. Yet soon she too was gone, ordered away by her father to get his chair. It was clear by the look on her face she was still not pleased with her father or the choice he had made about her future. Walking away from him with out a work and leaning over the side of the balcony to watch the new slaves enter. One of the males catching her eye right away, as did the new woman. Those bright eyes looking over each of her father's gladiators. Seeming to loose herself in some kind of dream world.<br/><br/>It was not until she heard the sound of movement up the stairs did she look back. Watching as Pan moved with the wine and the slave she recalled as Ludolf moved in with her father's chair. Knowing him as a trouble maker and yet offered him a smile. More so because of his looks rather then his behavior as of late. But her peace was soon broken. First by watching her father run his hand up her personal slave then by the hell that seemed to brake loose down in the yard below. It seemed the bitch her father had bought was going to be a hand full.<br/><br/>"You sure know how to pick them father."<br/><br/>(Sorry is short but at home with the family)