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March 74CE

Gaius left the business for the day in the care of his eldest daughter. Instead today was one where he would wander, enjoy the sights of Rome, and hopefully find someone he could meet with. His clothing was relatively modest yet his jewelry showed the wealth he had attained. Commerce and trade, two things that benefited him greatly. It allowed him time to grow and change. The years had softened his determination and blind push for his children to succeed. Instead, he wanted to learn about people and discover more about the various people he saw in the city. There were times when he would talk.

He had nothing in his hands. The loyal slave assigned to him held the rolled up pieces of parchment, the ink, his water flask, and a few other bits and pieces. He hurried after his Dominus and wondered what God the old man prayed to in order to have so much movement for a man his age. "D-dominus, are you sure we should be traveling here?"

"Ah, good Pavo!" He exclaimed cheerfully, "they are Romans, like us. Are they not?" 

Pavo murmured something under his breath and Gaius pointedly ignored him. It was a good day today. There was no need for any anger nor of strife. 

Gaius accidentally bumped into someone. 

"Beg pardon, my mistake," He said with a good natured smile. "Say, would you be interested in talking to an old man?" 

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Teutus had run his errands and had a bit of time to himself - he was definitely atypical in that regard, compared to the usual sorts of slaves to be found in Rome and throughout the Empire. He was not a free man, yet had a certain amount of freedom (which he didn't dare abuse lest he lose what little freedom he had).

This part of the city was crowded and Teutus nimbly dodged around people as he made his way purposefully to... He had no real destination in mind, but a slave who looked as though he had an errand to run was generally not so likely to be frowned at and pushed around by the free people - and Teutus blended in here, where two out of three people was simply dressed in a tunic, even the citizens forgoing their togas and pallia because they got in the way of real work.

He stepped aside for someone, at the same time someone else stepped into the same bit of empty pavement.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said. A slave who wasn't polite was likely to receive a cuff around the head, after all. And from the looks of him, the man Teutus had run into was a citizen rather than a fellow slave. He shrugged at the question - it seemed it might be an interesting sort of diversion, at any rate.

"I wouldn't object to it, sir," he said. Though, perhaps, the gentleman might object in talking to a slave.

 

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Gaius noted the tone and guessed from his behaviour that he was dealing with a slave. It did not bother him. In fact, it was merely an opportunity to speak to someone outside the norm and if he happened to hear some juicy gossip. Well, that was hardly his fault! 

His eyes lit up when Teutus agreed to speak with him. 

"Oh, that is excellent," He said, clasped his hands together in acceptance, and leaned against the walking stick to support his weight in order to give his body a temporary rest from work. Gaius turned in mock frustration to look back towards Pavo. "At least someone is happy to speak with me." Gaius snapped at Pavo who had the grace to look embarrassed. It was part of the banter between Dominus and slave. Pavo would complain and Gaius would respond in jest at whatever it was. There was always a chance that it could be shocking for a newcomer to seeing their interaction with each other. 

"Tell me, who are you? Do you have a moment to speak?" He asked, his tone still friendly and retained the one associated when dealing with slaves. The last thing he wanted was for Teutus to get in trouble or to lose coin by not conducting himself properly. 

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There was something childlike about the other's near-glee in Teutus' affirmative response. Not childish, but child-like, an innocence and joy in it, that reminded Teutus of Antonia Varia, although his half-sister and this dark-skinned (African?) citizen could not be more different in every single other respect from their age to their gender to even the colour of their skin.

"My name is Teutus, sir - I'm the slave of Tertius Quinctilius Varus." And giving the name of his owner would ensure that the citizen would know where to complain if Teutus' behaviour were less than exemplary. "I'm not expected back for a while, so yes. And - oh, do you want to sit down somewhere, sir?" he added, noticing the tightening grip on the stick the man was leaning on.

The banter between the citizen and the slave attending him could not be more different from how Teutus and his own master interacted - and they were related, something Teutus was almost certain Tertius regretted every time they spoke.

 

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Gaius listened and certainly recognised the name. Tertius Quinctilius Varus was a Senator of Rome, and had wealth. He was not adverse to hearing about a bit of behind the scenes gossip and would not pry. He smiled, nodded and reached out to place his hand on Teutus' shoulder in a silent gratitude for the offer to sit. He was more than humble enough to accept the offer. "Good, good. I do not wish to get you in trouble with your Dominus," He said, then turned and playfully snapped at Pavo. "See? He doesn't mind when I have to sit, young Pavo!" 

Pavo smiled softly and rolled his eyes heavenward behind his Dominus' back. However, there was clearly a friendship between the Dominus and slave. Pavo gestured to an area he knew his Dominus would like. Quiet but not isolated where it increased the likelihood of being robbed, a place for them to sit and also a small area for Pavo to sit to take notes. He knew what his Dominus would preferred. "There is a place over here, Dominus," He said, and obediently followed when Gaius walked over then sat down. He groaned as the weight was taken off his knees and ankles as he did so, and gestured for Pavo to sit. Pavo knew the routine. He got the parchment and ink out, waited for it all to begin and took a seat. 

"Come! Don't be shy, Teutus. He won't bite. I assure you. Pavo only goes for the jugular if someone tries to rob me." He grinned cheekily, his eyes wrinkled as he did so and that was a particularly interesting day. 

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He liked the joking, but it was unfamiliar enough that he was not quite sure how to respond. He did not sit down himself until the man's own slave did, a sign that it would be acceptable for Teutus to sit. This citizen was the complete opposite of Tertius in practically every way - the only slave in Tertius' house who was allowed to take his ease with the master present was Hector.

"What did you want to talk about, sir?" he asked, thinking that there were a great many subjects where he would have no clue at all, and several more where he only had a hazy idea one way or the other - he had been trying his best to learn all the things that the freeborn citizens of his age knew, but invariably there were gaps in his knowledge - he hadn't had actual tutoring, for one thing, and had had to fit what schooling he had around his chores and duties, something the freeborn didn't have to think about. Well, the senatorial freeborn, anyway; Teutus could readily admit that the plebeian kids might struggle more to fit schooling and work into the same day.

 

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