[b]Aemilia[/b]
Aemilia let out a giggle and rolled her eyes in the direction of the stinky people. "You would think. And perfumes aren't that expensive, if you get something plain like rosemary or lily." She was also talking overly loudly, trying to get a reaction out of the commoners. They did not disappoint, raising their hands in rude gestures as they walked away. Aemilia just giggled, leading Nona over to take a couple of prime seats: Right in the first row of the action. This was to be a fight between two gladiators, not a beast, so they would not need to worry about being trampled.

[b]Aulus Vitellius[/b]
Aulus sent a servant to fetch Gaius Ignis after he had cleaned up. The servant approached the resting captain nervously, his eyes darting around in a panic. "M-my lord? The honorable Emperor, the divine Aulus Vitellius, sent me to give you your orders: You are to attend the gladiatorial games as a guard to the imperial bloodline, should another attempt be made on their lives." Aulus was being overly careful sending for the captains, but he wanted no other unpleasant surprises. He just wondered how Aemiliana, the sweet little girl he had once played dolls with, had become so disheartened with life that she had struck him. And how she had gotten so damned good at throwing blades. He rubbed the bandage on his arm ruefully, and at once the healer stepped out from behind his throne, sinking elegantly to his knees. "My lord, is there anything that I may do to ease your suffering? I have a tonic infusion of willow bark that will ease the pain and relax the muscles." He produced a vial of the green liquid, a very condensed version of the normal tonic.