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The prisoners would be led to their cells where they would be fed and prostitutes would be arranged. Letonius would provide them great drink and pleasures of the flesh. He sat in a chair in his large room, it would be done in gold satin and a few stone statues of various Gods. He would eat grapes talking with his trainer. Preparing him for the exciting first day. Detnupes would stnad silently his face grim and his scars speaking volumes about his very characters, he'd patiently await the end of Letoniuses less than elaborate plans for what they should accomplish and where the prisoners would stand, he would seem to have high hopes for two slaves in particular.

"Did you see the large Greek, they say he's unmatched in the group with a harpoon and net," He'd seem to grow more excited with the thought, "I can hear the flow aureus now!" He'd nearly hop out of his chair with joy. The aging man was a pleasent sight. Detnupes enjoyed seeing him this way, it was better him be gay than rueful.

He'd wait patiently, knowing it was only a catch as he found breath.

"And the pict from the western isles! He's feared among the rest of the group, they call him savage." He would slow and his eyes would narrow and he would raise a hand to his chin as if in thought for a moment. "A perfect ploy in the games." He'd become instantly giddy once more. His eyes would gleam with greed and satisfaction.

"And of tomorrow?" Detnupes, a man of few words would mutter looking the small old man in the face, content and prepared to carry out thy bidding.

"Tonight I show them how well it is to be at my dining table. Tomorrow I show them how horrific it is to be beaten at the snap of my fingers." He'd nod, as if making up his mind. This year would be his year, no doubt. He would expand his compound and increase his wealth a great deal.