Lycus sits there and waits for new slaves to arrive. After the last plunder, some of the slaves who arrived would become concubines, some would become servants, and some would become guards. Of course, Lycus had the power to decide on these.

Lycus sat alone in his throne room, awaiting the arrival of the latest batch of slaves. The room was dimly lit, with only a few torches casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Lycus leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the large wooden doors at the far end of the chamber, through which the new slaves would soon enter.

For Lycus, the arrival of new slaves was a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Some of them, upon being inspected, would become his new concubines, providing a temporary distraction from the monotony of his life. Others would become his servants, tending to his every need and desire. And still, others would be drafted into his ever-growing army, becoming loyal soldiers ready to do his bidding without question.

"I'm tired of waiting." Lycus played with the sword in his hand as he muttered