<strong>~Doctore, between the Ludus and the Mess Hall~</strong><br/><br/>The Doctore was a bit surprised to see the Dominus already heading in his direction, but certainly he was one to listen and accommodate, just as he expected the gladiators to pay attention to his orders.  With a deft spin of his heel practiced from years of turning in place, making sure that his flank was never easily exposed to an enemy, he turned to follow alongside his master.<br/><br/>"Dominus, your Legionnaire has arrived."  There was a bit of excitement in the Doctore's tone.  He had never before worked under a Legionnaire, and he was excited to see what the man had learned which the Doctore had not, what could be learned instead of just what needed to be taught.  "He's currently in the bathhouse, being made ready for your inspection."<br/><br/>He then went silent, not wanting to interrupt further as the Dominus clearly had other pressing matters to which he had to attend.  As they got closer, however, and the sound of breaking of wood and clay, and the sharp yells from inside, his eyes narrowed even as the whip at his side flowed into his hand.  Would he have to keep these children on a leash, accompanying them like a father watches a small child who is incapable of behaving by themselves?  He hoped not.  A teacher required at least a small modicum of respect for a student in order to be able to train them well, to allow them to grow rather than ordered about as mindless beasts.  If beasts were all this new batch contained, his training would be useless on them.<br/>