Marcus remembered a parade ground in Gaul, an auxiliary had been caught stealing. The garrison had turned out and stood at attention as the man was flogged with a barbed whip.<br/>His screams had become sobs then low moans as the flesh had been flayed away to reveal his white spine and ribs. Then silence as he had died.<br/><br/>The garrison had lost an auxiliary but a point had been made just as the master had made one. It had cost him a slave but hopefully gained obedience from the new bunch of slaves. They would be fools if they did not get the point.<br/><br/>Where as Marcus was not such a fool and as soon as the master had told them what he wanted he had turned and begun to clean up the mess that had been made.<br/><br/>As he picked up each item he made a pile of that which was no longer of any use, broken wood he put on another as it could be used for fuel. The undamaged items he put back into the their place. He worked swiftly and efficiently as in his past life the ever vigilant for slackers centurions would have it no other way.<br/><br/>