Marcus watched and listened trying to get a handle on his master, after all that is how you survived as a slave.<br/>Although with masters you just could not win no matter what you did, they where sadists or spoilt to the core and inflicting pain was just their thing.<br/><br/>But up to now this new master seemed a thinker, who in some ways was good, no rash actions but in others bad as he would sacrifice you in a heartbeat if it suited one of his plans. Like this moment, the man seemed surprised to be put in charge of the Pict which meant of course the master had a reason.<br/>Marcus hoped the man would spend time wondering what, he certainly would.<br/><br/>They where joined by a gold painted and well scented man who as he introduced himself recognized as being the Ludus champion. Marcus looked at the man, his face a blank page with nothing written on it. Hmm Marcus thought that if that is how the master wishes his champion to be dressed the man was welcome to be the champion with Marcus blessing.<br/><br/>In fact where he to become champion despite his vow to do what ever he had too survive then he would be tempted to drop his guard in the area. Better the sudden stab of the Trident or the slash of a blade than that.<br/><br/>The master commanded them to follow and Marcus dropped back letting the Champion proceed him as was proper for an ordinary Gladiator.<br/>