With the passage of time Claudius found his way in a locus he didn’t know. Everything would turn out alright, for sure, but for him as a warrior it was essential to have a vast overview about his environment, wherever he settled. This place, a Fortress in the depths of the woods, close by the Laurius river, seemed to run undisturbed and peaceful. His plans, that almost affected his homestone and his people, grew to a coherent tableau. He heard about the commander, who obviously had a knack for running an outpost. These steady circumstances allowed Claudius to direct his attention sooner to his private vacation, than he expected. He ought to be thankful for that, but because the situation at Ar restocked his heart with sorrow and concern, he didnt get peace. Where was the escape, the last resort for him and the arian resistance? He felt like a blind man, poking in the dark for a needle. Maybe the solution was close, and he wasnt able to see it. This fretted in his mind like she urt on a vulo-bone.
During the day he came across an unexpected distraction. The girl, whom he picked from El’s stock, the blonde dumb, lingered around the fountain, in front of the Inn. Claudius was about to wash his head and hands in the well and splashed some water in face, because he didn’t notice her at all, even if he was stumbling over her body. She was nothing to think about, just a thing.. a slave. When he rose from the water surface, she was still there. He darted an amused sentence in her direction and informed her about her purpose at his apartment and asked her, if she would dare to come and wipe his floors. She replied, that she would prefer to do his laundry and he returned, that this was all the same and she wouldn’t leave his apartment, until all work is done. She was surprised, as he noticed, and stuttered all the time, what made her appear more ridiculous than before.
He had fun playing around with her, until it became taxing. He kicked her defenseless body around like and object for a few times, until he released her from his physical control and commanded her to crawl home. He had enough of her for now and watched her yomping away on the ground with a bowed head. All of her was beautiful at this moment, but she probably didn’t know. He saw it, when her eyes filled with tears and she didn’t dare to raise her body. She was moving away like a pretty, humiliated creature, without knowing it…
a slavers lair 