The sounds of battle. The cries of pain, and the bloody gurgles of fallen warriors... Thats all I remember... 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?