Marcellis stood on the gallery looking down into the practice yard of the ludus below.    As he watched the new prospects just brought.      Most would not survive.  Perhaps one or two would be worth the coin invested.   These thoughts swirled through his mind.   He looked over to his wife.   Who also peers down into the yard at the new recruits.    The crack of a whip sounds in the air.   As the ludus trainer cracks his whip.  To draw the gathered slaves into attention.<br/><br/>A few mocking jests are heard frrom those that bare the mark of the house.    That have proven themselves are of the brotherhood of the gladiator.    To them it is fresh meat.<br/><br/><em>"Dominus."</em><br/><br/>He would hear, as one of the house slaves brought him a goblet.  A quick glance over to his wife,  he sees she has already claimed a goblet in hand.  A slight smirk crosses over his expression.  As he reaches out and takes the goblet from the slave.  A gesture and he dismiss her.    As he turns his attention back into the yard down below.    First taking  a drink from his goblet.   As he pauses in thought as he looks over the new recruits purchased.    His gaze peering over the rim.<br/><br/><br/>