<strong>~Galo Greets the guest, fluid time~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Careful not to cut himself, even in his hate, Galo methodically removed the hair from his jaw - though he did spare time to wave the razor in the direction of Nadia at her nagging. “What to you think I am doing woman? Have a little faith in me.” For all his irritation, the nagging helped to calm him somewhat. The familiar banter was comforting.<br/><br/>Once done, he plunged under the water, running his hands over his face and head to remove lose stubble and the gunk that had been used to clean his hair. Coming up for air, he grabbed the herbal scrub and after dunking it in the water used it first on his hair, ignoring the tugs and snags from using it with such haste, then over his neck, chest and arms. He relished the tingle it caused but didn’t press too hard, the red flush it left in it’s wake would be too obvious if he did. After a final submersion to be sure he hair was clean, he was done.<br/><br/>Climbing out of the baths, careful not to slip he snatched up the cloth to dry himself, rubbing vigorously at his hair before quickly replacing the cloth with another. When Nadia addressed him again, his view of her was partly obscured by the cloth on his head but that did not matter. “It seems the fastest way to get it done. I will deal with the guests.”<br/><br/>Casting aside the cloth for a third to dry his body with, Galo made short work of it before getting dressed. His tunic was elaborate for a slave in reflection of his station, though his sandals and belt were normal enough.<br/><br/>Quickly running the comb through his still very damp hair, checking his reflection, he finally found himself presentable, all trace of the road gone.<br/><br/>Gathering the items he had brought with him, leaving his dirty travel clothes, Galo nodded to the others as he left, quickly darting into the slaves cubicles, dumping his items on his cot - no other slave would dare touch them here.<br/><br/>Composing himself, he stepped out and into the inner courtyard, keen eyes taking in the appearance of the guests, from the fine appearance of the two Roman women, the armoured man and pretty slave girl stood close to one of them, to the other two men in convocation.<br/><br/>Walking across the courtyard it was apparent to him that there were two groups here, not one. Interesting... and inconvenient. That would be more work for the house slaves then.<br/><br/>Stopping a respectful distance away, he bowed, “Greetings and welcome to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. I am called Galo, Manservant to the Dominus Manius Atellus. Apologies for any delays, today has been a most unusual and hectic day...”<br/><br/>Stepping up to the platter of fruit, he picked it up to offer it around.<br/><br/>“I have been ordered to escort you all to the Dominus’ study, there are light snacks and wine awaiting you there. When you are ready, if you would please follow me...”