<strong>Rioghain - now all painted gold, goes to attend his Dominus -</strong><br/><br/>The preparation of The Celt had finished, the slaves had tended to him well and made sure the gold paint covered<em>every</em>part of his body. Careful hands had been most sensitive. Fine smell oils had been applied and as such, he smelled very fine indeed. Certainly any smells that would offend the nose of a Roman had been done away with for sure, but even if he had not been bathed it was likely such scents like he wore now would have masked them well. With that he had been left unattended, right after one of the nubile slave girls placed a cloth of finer material then he was used to wrapped at his waist. True he most certainly could have done that one himself, but he was the Champion. He deserved such things.<br/><br/>For some time he stood there, a golden sentinel smelling of fine oils and adorned in his silk white lower end. Soon he would be called upon for some task of which he had several idea's what it might involve, however when a slave informed him that it was Dominus calling for him and not Domina he was a touch surprised. Confident feet carried Rioghan towards his owner. Rioghan was not unfound of his Dominus, he was a decent sort. The man had history and a wisdom in his eye. There were respectable traits to him. Regardless, the celtic gladiator soon reached Manius. "Dominus." he announced upon arriving to make Manius aware of his presence.