You were attending the festivities among the other nobles of Pompeii at the senator's party. In the middle of it all stood two gladiators, living advertisements for the arena match tomorrow. Nobles could pay to inspect the men and speak with them. You stood from afar as you saw a woman interact with them and place her bet on the victor: the tall one with dark skin, Atticus. But the other one caught your eye. He turned toward you and eyed you suspiciously.