The Colloseum is not for a spartan

War. Thats all I recall, the sounds of metal clanging, men screaming, and the familiar 'Shulp' sound of my blade entering another human... Thats all the past now.

A light floods in through the dark cellar the Romans threw me in. An ugly mishapen man looks down at me with a snorting cackle. One eye is white, and the other is a deranged sort of blue.

"Alrights den. up yas go, yas gonna make me rich Spartan! I's knows it!" He grabs me by the chains that kept me prisoner and drags me out into the light.

Men, woman and creatures surround me. Music played on pipes from snake charmers are playing. A market square, in a roman city of who gives a crap?

The man drags me through the city, prancing around like a giddy war horse in its first day of duty, saying things like: "Oi, look at me Spartan, oh me Spartan will win me Millions of denari! Oh just you wait, he wont let me down, he cant! " Heh. Figures.

A few children throw items at me, wooden sticks, or tomatoes, while women look me up and down. Disgusting.

After a while walking I see what appears to be a slave market.