I have a mind......he thought as he looked to the older gladiator.  It was just that he was born and raised to do what he did best, kill or be killed, none of the in between.  He huffed slightly as he looked to the door seeing the trainer and the house guards coming in.  "Brotherhood I know not off, Nobody has told me of such, besides i think we are being escorted." He said in a low tone before rising up and walking out with the Trainer and the guards with the others up towards the villa.<br/><br/>This was humiliating to say the least.  To be stood at and watched like what, art? He was not art he was a fighter, if people wanted to see him on display they should come to the arena.  He would take in what the old man had said as he looked towards him out of the corner of his eye.  He glanced around the room, thou his nose kept twitching slightly.  The scents around him were fornicating with his senses, causing quite the mental image, if you knew what to smell for.  For now he would keep quiet no doubt getting looks, maybe stares because of his tattooed arms and shoulders.  He would keep that gaunt stubborn expression on his face, coming off as very uninviting to say the least.