Welcome to the City of Rome

[Corwin]

"There are, within my pride. I don't suppose you have anything for that?" Cedric asked, exchanging a glance with Altania.

[Sunhawk]

Bran eyes the wenches in question for a moment, then orders and eats a hearty breakfast before looking around for the guys he fought with yesterday.

[Dracos]

Kelvor smirked slightly, "Nothing for that I'm afraid."

Dracos

[Corwin]

Snorting, Cedric continued putting on his armor and armaments.

[Asrana]

Altania sighed, standing up in silence. Not returning Cedric's glance, she began dressing in her armor and gear as well.

[Dracos]

To Luciano and Salvius:

Traveling down towards one of the arena exits, you see two guards standing alongside the exit, busy herding people out.

Dracos

[Dracos]

The wench he orders it from looks at him strangely, "It's dinner time.  We got beef and soup and ale.  It'll be three gp for the food."

Dracos

[Corwin]

"My apologies for not doing better in that battle," Cedric said, having finally finished donning his armor and collecting his weapons. "Here, allow me to at least help you recover somewhat." Putting his right arm on Altania's shoulder, he concentrated on his gift, willing his companion to heal.

[Asrana]

Altania almost flinched from the touch, her eyes a little uneasy as she let herself be healed.

"Thank you...but it wasn't your fault. Xerxes was too powerful for us by ourselves," she sighed, continuing to don her gear.

[Corwin]

"At least not all is lost," Cedric commented, feeling his power activating and doing his bidding. "If my memory serves me right, we should be getting paid for facing that monster in combat. Would you like to visit Mr. Romansk's stable now, or leave that off for later, when you are feeling better, Miss Altania?"

[Asrana]

Altania nodded, her posture stiffening again. "Alright...may as well get it over with."

Sighing, she tied the last knot in her gear, and stood up, holding her gauntleted hand with her right. "I'm ready."

[Sunhawk]

Bran scowls.  Expensive food... but he had the money and was hungry.  They better be large portions.

He eats his breakfast... err... dinner?... and leaves.

 Now, to find something... maybe go to the arena and see what's going on there.  It's evening - maybe some kind of entertainment?

[Corwin]

Cedric nodded back at her, and the two walked outside, headed towards Romansk's stable.

[Dracos]

Bran stepped outside the inn, the sky filled with stars up above as he stood starstruck in the middle of the road, pondering where to go.

Dracos
OOC: Either choose a destination or a direction.  Or I'll randomly decide for you.

[Dracos]

To Cedric and Altania:

Heading out through the corridors, they found their way shortly thereafter into the streets of Rome.  It was clearly quite late out now, the constellations high in the sky above them.  As they walked out, a familiar figure hailed them, waving an arm and walking towards them.  Cedric's eyes recognized the fellow as the servant who'd answered the door at Romansk's stables.

"Greetings, gladiators.  I've come to deliver your pay and a message.  Romansk would like you to return to his office tomorrow in the morning."  The man lifted a moderately sized cloth bag, jingling with coins.

Dracos