Yanguru and Silas had being guarding all entries, their young master was spending quite a time with the greek man Philandros the sole mentioning of the Philandros' name made Master Valerius' cheeks to blush, since he had spent the night with the greek man they took turns to do guards, one will sleep in the slave barracks as the other will guard.

Some riot had been heard in the street, some noisy rider who almost run over people, the commotion made them draw they swords Master Philandros was quick to lock the main door, the two ex-gladiators gathered the slaves on hand so they will help in case of a big attack, but there were none.

Instead, a barbarian looking guy spoke to the door slave and was allowed in Yanguru couldn't really hear the name it was something with "s", was this fellow a spy from Naboridus? Yanguru's eyes met newcomer's who was taking in both Silas and him, obviously reconning the ex-gladiator scars on them, Yanguru burped on the guys face and set his right hand casually on the hilt of his sword just in case as he spanded his massive chest, he expected the man to attack him or at least to fight, instead the guy just made a funny comment about Yangurus breath and entered the house, if this guy was a men of Naboridus then the Sidonian had been taking better care choosing his men, the average Scythians barbarians that Naboridus used to hire would have drawn their swords for even a lesser insult than a bleech.

Yanguru snorted and followed him getting in the house as he felt Silas hand on his shoulder "Leave it Yan, don't get us in trouble" he said.