Literature
Stranger from the beach 5. Mystery saviour
As soon as Phaeton had laid his eyes on Ciscian, he waved the young man over. "Get dressed! Quickly!" he ordered the gladiator. "You and I and this young lady are going for a walk." Ciscian's face turned several nuances of paler. "I didn't do anything wrong," he protested. "No, not you, but our friend Fyligia," Phaeton shook his head. "She seems hell-bent on screwing up the games." Bu that, he turned to Valente. "You can leave that blade here, you won't be needing it anymore." With a sigh of relief, Valente dropped the gladius on a bench that held similar arms. Then she took the chance to move over to a commode with a tap and splash some cold water in her face, getting rid of most of the grime and blood clinging to her face. Meanwhile, Ciscian was not late to jump into a pair of baggy sky-blue silk pants and a light grey tunic, putting his feet into sandals, and then Valente and Ciscian followed Phaeton trough another side corridor. It was dark and dingy and 'decorated' with an