And the sound of trumpets

A furtive, scurrying movement drew Lucius' attention from the start of his journey, and he paused, turning his gaze just enough to pierce the intruder as the ragged barbarian slunk over to a beached corpse to scavenge it. It was hardly a surprise, was it, that this wild wolves would stoop to scavenging rotting seals, but Luc couldn't help but radiate disapproval and disgust. He was uncaring of her physical infirmity - it was a rare gladiator or soldier who escaped their lot in life without scars and potential blinding, and depending on the circumstances it could be considered quite valorous - but the barbarian's cringing behavior and scavenging had him making a growling huff deep in his throat. He knew the creatures here would be... low class... and it wouldn't after all be a Triumph if it were easy, but he had not expected to have it flung in his face so soon. Perhaps he should have.