<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><strong>~Galo, Making his way to, and arriving at, the infirmary~</strong><br/><br/>Leaving the outer courtyard quickly, carefully shifting the weight of the bags he carried as he went, Galo made a beeline for the infirmary leaving the other slaves behind him.<br/><br/>As he made his way through the Ludus gate and across the training grounds he took the opportunity to keep an eye open for any of the new blood from market. He was curious about the new slaves; it was only natural. What would the new gladiators be like? How would they fair? Would there be any new house slaves and would they be foolish enough to challenge either himself or Nakia? Had any of them acted up, put up a fight? How many of them were new and how many of them would be more experienced slaves? New bodies proved new distractions, new diversions to occupy his mind as well as potential new complications - all of which were worth exploring.<br/><br/>It was quiet outside today, though plenty of noise drifted through from the Gladiators’s bathhouse.  Settling down already? Glancing over before he turned to the infirmary, Galo tried to make out any new faces across the distance but between the slaves in attendance and a couple of Gladiators Galo already recognised, he couldn’t make anyone out. How disappointing.<br/><br/>Closing in on the infirmary door, he started to make out muffled noises within. It was not unusual to hear sounds of pain from the infirmary, groans and moans of the injured or occasionally the sick. Galo’s hand was already on the latch, his shoulder already applying pressure to the door before he realised, in the primal part of his brain, that the noises from within were very far away from either pained or distressed.<br/><br/><em><strong>“G-Gods… oh Gods…”</strong></em><br/><br/>All but tripping over his own feet as he stumbling into the room, barely holding on to the packages in his arms, his already wide eyes fell upon the scene laid out before him.<br/><br/>Three bodies in all; the usually reserved Autolycus, shuddering, locked onto a small, dark haired, very young looking naked woman who had wrapped herself around him in a passionate grip and a second - conscious, aroused and masturbating - woman sprawled on one of the beds, her dark brown hair matted with dust, blood and healing balm.<br/><br/>In the those few moments that he stood within the threshold of the infirmary, Galo honestly didn’t know which emotion to follow; Arousal, surprise, amusement...<br/><br/>As the muffled footsteps of the other slaves carrying supplies reached his ears, sheer hilarity won out and for a moment he considered simply allowing them to march right up to the open door at his back to witness this display as well... Such a very tempting thought...<br/><br/>With a sigh and a smirk that threatened to break into a grin, he stepped forward to make room then reached a foot back to knock the door...<br/><br/><em><strong>“By the Gods woman…”</strong></em><br/><br/>... which slammed shut behind him, just before the other slaves stepped into view. Struggling to repress laughter, let alone a grin, Galo stepped back to lean on the closed door behind him.<br/><br/>Well, this was certainly one of the most memorable introductions to a couple of new slaves he had ever had...