Quintus listened to the slave and her cryptic words... "What have you done to her...? Now she speaks in riddles... And this one makes the other slave play with her breasts for what...? Her own amusement...?" he suggested shaking his head grabbing a hold of his leather jerkin. He pulled his sword belt around his waist but did not don the armour, feeling quite safe for the time being. "You two have strange ideas on what a slave should be doing..." he suggested.<br/><br/>He looked at all gathered, again shaking his head. These two were slaves, to be used... He did not see what was to gain by toying with them and playing with their minds... "I will move the expensive stores into that chamber..." he said finally pointing to the slave quarter. The door had a fine lock upon it, one suitable to keeping their supplies secure.