“So tell me again what I'm looking at?”

Raningo Mulsuevi's psychotic eyes stared at the most bizarre food he's ever seen in his life. An audience of Nobilium's officials and notable gladiators accompanied the one and well known explorest of the outer world's furthest regions, Quinlan Uberio. Highly shy and reserved, the Headmaster Lanista of the Domus Nobilium school and theater director of such an exquisite establishment, stands nervously, holding a serving of a delicious sweet delicacy from foreign civilized lands.

“The… they… call it cheesecake, my sudo-emperor.”

“Haaaaaagh!” The madman shouted amused. “Cake, and cheese? Woe to me tainted spirits!”

The shyman’s guards stood by their headmaster ready to fend off the madman at a moment's pause. Uberio stuttered what little courage he wielded and offered the dessert to the deranged leader of Gladia's underworld.

“Th… the… rest of the headmasters were very interested in the desert, Raningo. Perhaps you… ought to…”

Before he could finish, the unkindly man approached the wimpy man. Uberio’s hands shake as he tries offering the slice to him. The madman takes the plate aggressively as he palms the fork on the plate small on his mighty hand. Like the mad dog he is, he devours the sweet delicacy without, surprisingly clean aswell. Quickly smacking his lips together in critique fashion, he sours his look on Quinlan.

“Despicable ya little twit.” Raningo’s remarks with a dismissing gesture for the Nobilium lot of them to be on their way out.

Uberio politely bows, eager to return back to the surface metro. Raningo continues smacking his lips as they head to depart from his presence. No sooner as they near the exit door of the room does Uberio and his protection suddenly become ambushed by Insulae guards. The shy man's gaze jetting back at the sudo-emperor's recently snapped fingers.

The madman's look, tilted into a semi seductive gaze as he smiles, "Twit? Where are yee going with the rest of that cake?"

Too nervous to respond, one of the headmaster's elite gladiators Amadeus Masonius, speaks on his behalf. The famous hoplomachus stood his ground in protection of his master's safety, "He's going to store the rest of this dessert in his private food pantry within his school." Amadeus gave the madman a squint, further adding, "You deranged lunatic."

Raningo blinked a grin of approval to such insult true to his stature, approaching them, in particularly Uberio. The small young man shies as the madman fingered a good tasting on the rest of the pie the lanista carried with him.

"Mmmm," Smacking his lips approvingly, "Ya never told me this delicacy held fancy after taste." He eyes up close to Quinlan, leaning into his personal space. "Even for a lunatic who drank liquid gold, it soothes my itchy achs and pains to swallow this offering of yours." Putting his sleeved hand around the neck of the noble leader, the sudden act had multiple swords and spears unsheathed sharply piercing the surface skin of the madman as he kept his interest on Uberio. Raningo's eyes quickly break focus and darted around to the amassed weaponry of blades poking around the exposed chest of his body and some on his head and face. The tip of Amadeus's quick drawn sword was at his throat region, surprising the hoplomachus for the skin is not fleshy by leathery in nature, like false. Mulsuevi laughed as his Insulae gladiators in turn drew their weapons on them. "Listen ya pathetic pep squeet, ya are under me mercy until yee can bring me fine quantity of this tasty treat to me personal domain."

Uberio felt the soft grip of his tighten all of sudden around his larynx. The shy man smiles embarrassed, uttering, "But t... this is... the last of it..."

”Then find more of it." Raningo growls, then the rumbling of his voice turned to a suggestive taunt, "Or I won't be sleeping alone in me bed chambers tonight. He he he ha."

Amadeus and his headmaster's guardian’s looks widen in disturbed thoughts. "Typical Insulae mentality," the elite gladiator said, adjusting his sword deeper into the madman's false adams apple, "If the emperor catches wind of this, he'd wip you to death."

Raningo's eyes glance at Amadeus, the reflection of the warrior's gold visored helm mirroring the madman's gaze, "I shall test that, IF, this bugger can't sate me demand."

"How about he gives you the recipe instead, that a way you can have all the cheesecake you want?"

Raningo brows heighten with glee, "Ahhh, that shall suffice."

Uberio whimpers, Amadeus glancing to him, "I... don't have means of the recipe."

"Ohh, is that soo!" Barked the madman.

The hoplomachus is quick to interject, "Perhaps so madman, but I know of whom could procure a recipe, it will just cost but a modest sampling of the remaining dessert though."

Raningo glinted a cold stare at the warrior as he cracked the fingers of his free sleeveless hand, ”Rawgh! Very well."

The crackling of his hand signaled Insulae gladiators to lower arms and back down from the Nobilium protectors, they in turn, release their punctured tips of their blades off of Mulsuevi as he releases his grip on their headmaster. Several spots of blood began trickling off the sudo-emperor.

”We'll be taking our leave fully then..." Unbeknownst to Amadeus and his elk, the madman cleverly hooked a chain around Uberio's neck in the midst of his assault.

"Ach meh! The shy pep stays with me," pulling the small frail man under him, "a petite faith payment for me troubles on yee making good on yur work."

Before the noble gladiators could react, their headmaster was under the clutches of the sudo-emperor once more, many of the Insulae warriors laughing and mocking along the dirty trick their leader just pulled.

The elite hoplomachus detested the false emperor, upon looking above the cavern to upper balconies, he spots his long childhood rival and worthy comrade Zixor Ixion observing about the grand room. The brute grave disapproved head shake, "Think it's about time you've gone along for a walk bud, see our egyption mate's pop."

Xizor's words refocused priority of the current situation, Amadeus heeding well on taking the dessert sample to Numidian Oenomaus, a national renowned culinarian with strict ties to the Nortorapoly.

Raningo blurted out a threat of influence, "If yee not bring me good on yur work, remember that I can snap this poor fool's neck easily like toothpick! As of now till so, all Nobilium influence is restricted from my domain! Now get!!!" The noble gladiators backed away eventually heading out with Amadeus to the surface level.

With the Nobilium headmaster taken hostage, any sudden word of it can cause uncalled uproars with surface dwelling citizens. The noble gladiators take care no to further endanger their leader by recklessly remaining within the Insulae.

The hot sands of Extremus was customary for all inhabitants, huts housed a grand majority of younglings living their everyday lives closely tied to the grand school of the district. While some outer students choose to hunker down within it's barracks and surrounding homes, most come from all across the nation. Majority members from within the metropolis often ride transit couches to the school.

At the southern training grounds, Miarzim stood his ground. The black disciplined mature fighter raised his wooden sica and shield as a wave of underclass gladiator recruits threw their efforts to best the warrior. Multiple swings missed his skin by the bulk of his shield. Strikes that would have passed his defenses were parried. Daring younglings able to assault his leg work were tumbled by his shin guards. Alas, the students were unable to hold their own against a full fledged warrior.

"Attempt again?" Asked Miarzim. His students shook their heads in fatigue and soreness.

"No master, I think we gave it all we have for this day." Said a murmillo pupil.

The distant sound of horse patter on sand was brought to the instructor's attention for Amadeus's arrival was exciting for the students. The image of another elite gladiator sparked curiosity. The hoplomachus dismounted with style approaching the egyptian.

"To what do I owe to this visit, brethren Masonius?" The educated words of Miarzim were typical for slaves so closely tied with equal disciplined masters.

"I seek your father's profound skills in reverse engineering a delicate recipe from a dessert brought by my headmaster throughout foreign civilized lands."

The children's interests peeked at their school's head food director's particular set of skills to dissect a dessert's ingredients down by taste, visuals, textures, and scent.

"Humm." The instructor inspected the insulated care package the hoplomachus carried with him. "I see, you're in luck that such means are deemed possible for my father to perform. I'd take you to him quickly if these students are fine on ending their session already."

The hoplomachus gazed at the young fighters, many of them motivated to know more about him. "How's about a demonstration... between two matured warrior's, excellent in the skills of combat to encourage their future training?"

The younglings roared approved uplifting spirits to witness a personal spectacle between a seasoned masterful murmillo and an incredibly talented hoplomachus.

Miarzim smiles within his round gold plated helmet, "Very well indeed children, now WATCH carefully! This man right here, is a fashionable fighting elite from the Nobilium District's school of theater arts and showmanship. Amadeus Masonius, a presentable warrior with elegant style, exquisite taste for flaunting and taunting by all mean fashionable!"

The two men present their stances to fight, the egyptian signaling for his students to announce the start of combat. They were shocked that the teacher is willing to face the challenger with wooden weaponry too.

"Ready!" Numerous boys and few girls said, "Begin!"

The fashionable visitor advanced, thrusting his non-wooden spear towards the heart of the murmillo.

Blocking the strike through a combination of deflection and poise, Miarzim quickly spun around keeping his shield directed at his brethren as he went for a sica strike. Amadeus backed up surprised by the sudden burst of speed by the large scutum shield wielder. As expected, the egyptian's sica crept around his round shield defenses nicking off what could have been skin if Miarzim was equipped with his actual sword. The hoplomachus took charge into a dance combination of pattern strikes to catch the murmillo off balance. Many of children were riled up to see the fighters at their mightiest. Blows were exchanged, defenses blocked  and ultimately the 3 minute duel ended with Amadeus being disarmed from his spear, quickly shield bashing the wooden sica strike away to immediately withdraw his gladius sword. The hoplomachus swung his steel at the murmillo. For the instructor, blind instincts took ahold of him as he went for the parry, muscle memory giving way to his realization. The students and many more that joined the short spectate viewing, witnessed the steel gladius cut into the wooden sica, snapping the reinforced training weapon in two.

The enlarged group of pupils applauded for the visitor's winning edge in the duel. Miarim lifted his inoperable weapon, "You've the higher advantage, I concede my defeat."

"Accepted." Said Amadeus sheathing his weaponry aside. "My visitation is rather urgent though."

Miarzim slapped the back of his own round plated helmet, a gesture ring of tone to dismiss all students from another session's training. The children jumped for joy as they proceeded back to their barracks and other course works across the campus.

"Let's us walk, Amadeus." The instructor said picking up the snapped end of his training sica jutting out the sandy ground, "You've bested my instincts indeed, I haven't fought another serious warrior with wooden arms in years, consequence against opponents with iron and steel."

"A play on your habitual movements I used." The hoplomachus didn't want to pride.

"So what means are you eager on finding my parent so?"

"It seems that the madman of the underworld is pretty keesh on having more of what my Master Uberio offered to him. It's surprising, one moment the lunatic is spiteful on the dessert's chemistry, the next, an all out hostage take-over on my district's headmaster to have the delicacy in his favorite snacking."

"He took your master ransom over a cake?" Miarzim chuckled. "Well let's just make sure that's all he does with Uberio."

"If my youthful memory serves me, your father yet resides within the cafeteria of the campus's northern wing?"

"But of course, ever the devote nutritionist to every pupil in these parts of the sands."

The two head inside, a bustle of children roam throughout the hallways, the mid-day's lunchings were dealt with 2 hours prior, any child within the cafe, are either enjoying a snack or two from the salad bar, or working on their studies at the sprawled out tables.

From in the kitchen, Numidian prepped an extraordinary meal for himself, one that he took to feasting and then leisuring a couple hours rest before the dining schedule meal preparations. Everything was laid out perfectly ready for his enjoyment, the chef spoke to himself. His staff and personnel have long gone after the clean up at lunch hour. A scrumptious hog roasted pot pie stuffed with such tender morals of pork that breaks apart in one's mouth. With a breath and exhale, the aroma brightens the meal to enjoy as he pours a cup of vintaged grape wine to heighten the senses. "Awww, at last, the most tasty part of my day, a marvelous filling to knock me out before supper preppings, no one could disturb me now." Numidian removes his helmet, a middle aged groomed bald head is standard for all Oenomaus's. He gulps the wine, lubricating his taste buds for the chow down. Slicing a spoonful of yummy goodness, Amadeus and Miarzim enter through the kitchen door.

The fancy warrior, quick to notice the situation, halts the chef mid way into having his first bite, "Sir! Don't eat that!"

"Haaagh?” Numidian gawked, as his son came around and took away the utensil serving and the platter pot pie, replacing it with the insulated care package containing some of the only remaining cheesecake within the entire gladiator nation.

Miarzim set aside the meal on a counter, "Quite the coincidence we arrived before you spoiled your tongue with a filling meal, father."

The disgruntled chef signed, "I may only take it that this is important then?"

"Oh yes, way more important than that roasted hog over there, trust me." Amadeus reassures.

The package revealed the cold slice of cheesecake upon the hungry chef.

"A dessert?" Numidian said annoyed.

"Not just a dessert, mister, a dessert that's keeping my master from being jailbait to one of Gladia's most notorious and relentless sadists."

"What? The sudo-emperor is out for blood, on this?" The chef said, readying chalk and papyrus note taking.

"Whether for blood or not, the Nobilium will rule out anarchy against the Insulae if such matters aren't resolved by this day alone." The hoplomachus implored, "You'll make the recipe for it?"

The chef eyed a stern hard look at the fashionable warrior, then at the cake. Taking fork with chalk in the other hand for details, he sliced a sampling, tasting with his eyes first, he sniffed the contents, already writing down some details. Afterwords, the actual tasting onto his untampered palate yielded much of the ingredients he recognized right away, immediately jotting down listings. "Blaaw. What kind of dessert is this? Filled with sugars to the brim, lacking mindful sources, the freshness is false, coated by means of preservation to uphold it's quantity in long term rather than quality short term. It's crumb breading is unique to me, most likely a cracker type, a firm form of brown sugar, slight salting, a butter... no, fake butter more like it is used. Obviously the cheese of the milk made into cream. Some kind of sour bitter cream as well."

Miarzim and Amadeus were stupendously impressed.

Upon lip smacking, his taste bids sense lemon usage, and extract of a vanilla spice. "Of course they'd put the refined sugars into it, such a bland means to spike the mind over. Like many pastries, eggs is a good core component for the floury mixture but the ones I taste with this are stressed, like all it's ingredients, stressed is what be describes the soul of it, by golly, probably the reason why the false emperor enjoys it so much." After concluding, his writing revealed the ingredients, but not instructions, "By the texture of it, I bet it can go unbaked if necessary, either way, I will have to dabble into replicating the baking process, but I have no heart in using it's rancid ingredients, therefore I shall use our own grown and cared for sources of ingredients."

Amadeus's head bowed to the chef, "Truly I say, you are indeed remarkable in the spirit of food."

The father shook his head humbly at the compliment. "Honestly, why settle for some mass quantity made dessert, when I can whip up a cake of cheese of my own; a Gladian cheesecake?"

"That's for Mulsuevi to decide father, right away we must send recipe and instruction to the madman if we are to secure the Nobilium Headmaster from his clutches." Miarzim advised.

The chef groaned, "Fiinne, I will also fix the original kind then."

Amadeus chuckled gratuitously, "You're the best man for the job."

"Yes boy, I know." Numidian said peeved from his interrupted mealing, storing his grand meal away into cold storage to focus on making cheesecake.

Hours go by as Nobilium whereabouts on Headmaster Uberio's well being becomes questioned. Many citizens and slaves have often choked up to the theater man spending extra time to himself for personal activities and privacy, but not without further notice. Such absence was usual on rare occasions when the man first started his grand lanistal duties at the incredible young age of 15. It surprises people to this day how an individual so reserved, so shy, and introverted, would become a Headmaster at one of Gladia's most noble of districts within the metro.

Amadeus walks with the finished batch of cheesecake neatly packaged and insulated from elements, he carries the detailed recipe within his belt clip, planning to use it for Uberio's freedom. The hoplomachus enters the Insulae District, dawning his cloak ware, he's able to avoid most attention from the locals and troubling fighters that would give any reason to strike surface dwellers in their turf. The cavern district is riddled with tunnels, dung out homes with all the necessities to sustain creature comforts like the citizens that live far upon them but in a much more rocky lower tech way. Having a balcony view of the district, the fashion warrior scans the area in search of any means to find the sudo emperor. Feeling a sword pressed up against his back, he assumed an Insulae fighter caught him.

"Give me all your money." The fighter said.

Amadeus was more concerned about the package he carried than the coin in his possession, he threw his purse down a ways from himself. The sword pressed on him is removed, as the hoplomachus sees it's just his secutor pal, Xizor, retrieving the coin with the sword hooking on it's loop rope fastener.

"Really?"

"He ha he ha, you're too easy, I was expecting ya to fight." The brute said.

"Normally I would, but this here’s the goods that you'll do good on sending to your boss."

Ixion placed the sword away in a nearby sand pot snatching the prized cargo off the fancy fighter. Amadeus reached to stop him, but the secutor's hand pressed his chest and held him back, "This is not the time, old rival."

"Relax bud, I'll make good with the bossman, you just keep your fancy spearmanship to a minimal when sh*t hits the fan." Ixion said, being the honest hammer wielder he usually is.

Lowering his guard, Amadeus conceded. "If so, the madman’s dumber than I thought."

"Ha ha ha, days lost in the outskirts of the most wildest lands would make anyone do dumb things, Mulsuevi is the epic survivor against the known remnants of roman legions left on the planet, we're lucky to have him alive as it is, let alone our grand leader." Xisor says, walking along the numerous cat walks bridges, Amadeus following close.

Within the Lanistal chambers of the sudo-emperor, Zixor Ixion presents the package to the madman who's seated with his feet propped up upon his desk and arms behind his head in a relaxed, lazy manner.

"What ya got slave!" He grunted.

The red plate armored secutor placed the package on the scrawled intricate engraved desk, afterwards leaning next to the stone wall with arms crossed, "They make good on their work they say master. Care to inspect?"

Mulsuevi's deranged eyes darted at Amadeus then at the package. "You better not be wasting my fu**ing time! Cus I'm due for a great slice of that creamy cheesy cake fillness."

Amadeus hesitates a bow to even show respect to such an awful being at all. "As you requested, in exchange for Uberio."

Raningo sits up on his seat and unwrapped the packages contents, lifting the lid off the pie shaped carton, the smell of the dessert smiting his nostrils gloriously, "Mmmm seems legit, now, how about a taste shall we?"

Fingering the pie the madman sampled the pie, lip smacking the dessert in much a critique fashion as if he's to already tried thousands before. His browed stern and eyes closed made Amadeus ancy.

"Where's my headmaster, you prick?"

The sudo-emperor crack one eye open, "I'd have ye killed meself... but BLASTED, this one's better than before!!!"

The hoplomachus ditched his cloak, drawing spear and shield, "You FREE MASTER OR WHAT?"

Ixion preps his spiked hammer.

The madman chuckled to himself, "Sure kiddo, I would. But I don't see no recipe here, do I?" Raningo taunts.

Amadeus counters cleverly, "Well. That's because I don't see Headmaster Uberio anywhere either, do I?"

The stationed guards crack up, oooing at the comeback.

"SHUUT!!!" The madman roared a blood curdling yell that shook the room still, people's hearts racing. Raningo rises from his spot taking the cheesecake, chucking the whole pie directly at the pair of guards by entrance, the dessert faceplanting into the gladiator's helm, half to pie splashing onto the other. The sheer force of the throw painted the walls of the entrance riddled with cheesecake. Amadeus exhaled a breath of fight instincts in him as the tall giant of a crime lord came stomping towards the noble fighter, stance right up against the hoplomachus's round medium sized shield. "Ye think yee so smug smart that I would take yur recipe as payment made good!!? Naw! For the sane reason yur able to make good on having ya little twig of a headmaster back!!!" Raningo shouted.

Amadeus retorts, retrieving the recipe within his belt clip, revealing the parchment, "Really then? Then I guess this, has no more meaning to you." The hoplomachus proceeds to crumple the parchment.

Upon seeing that a supposed bluff is up, the madman growled a twitchy eye of displeasure, "Raww!!!" With the snap of his fingers, Xizor was immediately on Amadeus, bashing hammer towards shield.

The interaction send the crumpled wad of paper through the air conveniently for Mulsuevi to catch it, backing a ways back. The secutor and hoplomachus battle out their differences in class as two of the guards covered in cheesecake attempt arms against the noble fighter. Slippery grip made ill mistakes on striking as the fancy fighter danced elegant movements that had their swings directed on Xizor on impact, spreading the slippery mess onto his mits.

"Why you TWO!!!" The brute secutor shouted in outstanding anger, chucking his hammer at Amadeus, but the effect of the cheesecake slathered on his grip sent the hammer flying next to the braced spearman, epicly missing. As Raningo sat at his desk nonchalantly during the commotion, he flattened the wrinkles from the recipe out as the sector's flying hammer came barreling through the air, smashing stuck in the wall right next to the side of his spot.

The madman's unimpressed eyes growled up, "Ya pathetic cuck."

Xizor, now even more mad at the guards, quickly shifts his attention to both of them and uppercuts one with flying force knocking the caked covered man out and the other guard drops his weapon in mercy as he too gets knocked out by a wondrous cuffed hand swing to the helmet.

Amadeus made his way up to Mulsuevi ready to hurl his spear. "Halt you lunatic! Listen! For the last time, WHERE IS MY HEADMASTER!!!"

Xizor went ready to tackle the Hoplomachus but the deranged look of his master's eye lowered his guard.

"Ya want ya nice little piece of jailbait back huh? Go ahead, he's right through there, chained to the foot of my bed, was ready when I saw fit on having something to strangle in me sleep I was." The madman's head glanced at his bed chamber, keeping eye contact with the fighter poised to launch his undodgeable cast.

Amadeus resented the foolish god awful leader's twisted aptitude, "Blood doesn't read well on that recipe, you know that right?"

"He ha ha, your all heart, which is why I deem it fine for yur to git from my presence before I cave that shiny gold helmet of yurs and smelt it down for me drinking." The madman threatened.

"You STAY RIGHT There!" Amadeus threatened back, shuffling his way next to the curtained archway entrance of the madman's bedroom, upon lifting the fabric away, he sees the bed, and the large selection chains that once held a small man's impression on the bed. Amadeus began to hyperventilate slightly, "What kind of sick joke is this? You want me you kill you, you damn crazy bastard?"

Raningo's eyes squinted shadows of doubt, "Wha....?"

"He's not in there! What did you do with him!?" Amadeus adjusted his aim closer to the sudo-emperor.

"Haalt it!!! Ye can't be serious!? He's been in me shackles all day!"

"He ain't there now! Now one more move out of you and I swear to christ I'll..."

"Hey!" Xizor interjects, "Let's just settle down, I know he's telling the truth master. You were the one that had me chain the scrawny chap up. Let me verify."

"Better quick slave, I grow favoritism to just off this horny bi*ch of gladiator, blood everywhere or not."

Amadeus shifts his position to have as much distance apart from Xizor while keeping dead aim on Raningo's chest as the secutor walks in the bed chamber investigating.

With the secutor talking from inside the bedroom, his findings are bizarre, "How in the... every chain still secured shut, no signs of struggle, and... ooo what do we have here?" Xizor comes out holding the robe and inner clothes of the noble headmaster's belongings.

Amadeus lowers his guard slightly, confirming that the wears are indeed of his master, "So. He escaped."

Raningo's eyes widen in hungry interest. "So as of now, we have a runaway headmaster in the loose of me cavern metro streets, with lack of clothing?"

Amadeus shifts his stance down sheathing his weaponry taking the wares off Xizor's hands, "Of course." The madman glares at the noble fighter's know how. "You won't find him, he's not perhaps the greatest actor performer in all of Gladia for no reason you crazy man. I have no doubt, I shall see him again by the end of evening." Amadeus takes his cloak and master's belongings in a bag, "Enjoy your cheesecake, you bastard." The noble warrior takes his leave.

Xizor approaches his boss, "So what now?"

The sudo-emperor grins and sinister smile, chuckling, "Gather the other elites, none of ye's get paid or even laid, not until someone finds this headmaster, and cuts a strand of light blue hair off that smuck's head for me troubles."

Xizor bows honoring the epic hunt before them, leaving.

The secutor utilizes Inuslae's sophisticated mail delivery system to hire out the fastest runners and messengers to track and bring in the most wanted Insulae gladiators to a coordinated meeting with the sudo-emperor. The gladiators in question are the best fighters around the chaotic arenas within the Insulae, warrior mongrels with killer instincts and proven talents across the wild lands outside the nation's reaches. After their informed briefing, they are sent out to find the runaway slave owner before sunset.

Amadeus walked through his return to the surface, rocky channels and caverns littered the place like a maze. There were no signs or mappings of where individuals could be, only their self aware wits to guide them best should they be from the surface. The cloaked hoplomachus scanned his areas closely, hoping by such a chance of miracle he'd spot Uberio hiding amongst the shady crowds that lurked in and out of tunnels and caverns.

Perhaps by chance he could spot me carrying his clothes if it were out of the bag, Amadeus thought. Fortunately by doing so, it only took him half an hour of walking until he barely noticed a thracian helmeted gladiator brooming with the upper levels of a balcony, eyeing the cloak hoplomachus suspiciously, as if picked out by the crowds Amadeus hid in. Making his way up, he found the man sat at a bench relaxing next to a bonfire with a few gents and ladies situated further up a ways. Taking a seat across him, he noted the slim skinny warrior using the broom as a prop to rest his hands and chin portion of the hefty helm.

"Master?" Amadeus called out in a hushed tone.

”Y... yes?" Replied the thracian hesitantly in a much deeper voice.

"Glad to see you. Everything is supposedly situated with the sudo-emperor, right now I've got to get you out of..."

Before finishing his sentence, a massive hand grappled the cloaked gladiator like a child and tossed him across the walkway of curious passing pedestrians. The assault scattered the headmaster's belongings between the noble fighter and whoever it was that just launched him. Amadeus looked up to his horror to gaze at the true giant of Gladia, the monster rumored nephilim, usually a fully black armored crupellarius, this giant was fitted with only part of his gear, having only his chest plating and menacing helmet on, contributing to super lightweight and agile movements. It's brawlish voice calls for answers,

"Wraaagh! Kneel headmaster, before I smash you to pieces!" It warns.

Amadeus rises lowering his hood, "Mephistophilim! Leave me be!", then drawing spear and shield.

The monster gazes at Amadeus seeing that it's not Uberio, his alligator growl rumbles the environment, people frightened away, Uberio taking the cover to hide among the dispersing crowds. "Bragh! You noble trespasser!!" It says charging.

The hoplomachus barely dodges out of the way, sheathing away weaponry, rolling to quickly bag the belongings. Not five seconds does Amadeus throw the Uberio's wears in the bag does Mephistophilim charge back slapping a hand towards the fighter's chest sending him flying over the railing balcony and falling two stories on a roof patted patio deck front first.

The landing impact knocked some wind out of him for what little the bag cushioned his fall, "Whhaa! You beast of man, I don't have time for this, dawning his hood, his main objective was to escort Uberio to safety. Climbing down a flight of stairs, the warrior settled on tracking his master where last he see him dispersed with the crowd. It wasn't too long that Amadeus bumped into Uberio again, this time as a dressed street cattle vendor with a narrow straw hat.

"Master?" The paranoid fighter scanned his surrounding distance seeing some more dangerous locals in search of something or someone. "Mulsuevi sent out a hit on you. We must be on our way."

"T.. the main way is sure to b... be blocked."

"Then we must go deeper into this hell hole," Amadeus said, escorting him. "Xizor mentioned about unmarked tunnels, tunnels that lead to the most random places from the surface."

"Hi... highly ill... illegal." Stuttered Uberio.

"For the sake of our lives, we'll need them."

Rounding a corner, the slave and master entered into a mall strip tunneling network where vendors are selling black marketed goods. Dozens of kids are running around, folks partying with musical instruments within the stall blocks, foods are being distributed to sampling customers, and the steam humidity ambience warms the otherwise chilly dim atmosphere. Uberio's disguise works perfect in these parts as they navigate through a special part of the underbelly neighborhoods. Finding a special marked two story rock wall protruding home, Amadeus knocked on the rusty wooden door, no answer. From a distance, sounds of scouters and gladiators patrolling the streets were steadily arriving at their tail. After knocking two more times, the sounds of foot patter arise from the other end.

Opening up, a little devilishly face featured boy no older than 9 years and in only his loincloth stares up at the two. "What!" He yells at the two like he owns them.

Amadeus, initially taken back, refocuses, "Uncle Xizor home, child?"

"Ahh noo,” it said irritated, “what the hell do you want? If it's my mom, she's out, probably getting banged by hotter guys than you and..." The boy takes a look at Uberio and a sly grin crosses his annoyed face, “Well hello there.” He says eyeing the master’s shy face.

The gladiator insists, "Listen boy, we need in, at least until the heat dies down out here!"

The kid nodded his head semi agreeingly, "Ya yahh yeahh, YOU Be OUT HERE, and," The boy reaches out and pulls Uberio inside quick, "He stays!"

"What!" The noble gladiator asks.

"Nah nah no no deal's final," The child states, shoving Amadeus back away from his home and taking the bag off his hands, "Come back when he's gone."

Amadeus was at a loss for words, "Devol!!! What? Who?"

"Just trust me, ooookk!" The boy slams the hefty door shut.

Soon afterwards, the gladiator faces in the direction where the rising shouts of hunters are coming from, then out of the blue behind him, a tall large white armored gladiator pins him to the wall, bull horns jetted forward from his form fitted helmet. An intimidating provocator with an extended flexible breastplate and shin guards. Red ornate engraved markings residing about his exclusive armor.

"Where is he?" Growled the bull warrior, his deep hispanic tone, alluring to his easy 8 foot powerful stature.

"Whaa?"

"Do not play dumb with me. Your master, he's hiding somewhere throughout Insulae."

Amadeus feels the mighty grip of the provocator strengthen, "Argh! I'm looking for him too, Taurus!!"

His bull head leans up close to Amadeus's, "Then stay out of my way." Said the Raging Bull as he throws Amadeus at the front door of Xizor's home. The sturdy wood door held good as the heavy steps of the bull faded.

The hoplomachus groaned, "Ooowewgh. That's gonna hurt for a long while."

The door opens as Devol ties a rope around the gladiator's arms dragging him in.

The remaining hour of the evening has left many Nobilium citizens about ready to reach out for news as to the whereabouts of their headmaster starting by the marrow sun rise. Many of Mulsuevi's henchmen are hard at work trying their best to find the legendary impersonator in their midst, their best are after him for their personal gain.

Within Xisor's home, Devol lays out a full map schematic layout of Gladia's forbidden unmarked tunneling networks leading to various exit points across the metropolitan landmarks and even outside it.

Amadeus and Uberio were genuinely shocked.

"This kind of knowledge could get a little boy into a lot of trouble, child," The hoplomachus stated.

"Oh Yeah, well I'm trouble's favorite." Devol warned. "So I'm just refreshing my memory here is all. Besides of which, this map is too complicated for a surface dweller such as yourself to know. You barely know of Insulae's vastness."

Uberio took a peep of the map, his time exploring wild lands and generating some mappings of his own alongside a masterful foreigner, are nothing like doing so for an underground society.

Devol notices this, "That's right you hunk of love, this ain't nothing you ever see and we'll be traversing through some of it to get you out."

Amadeus must interject, "But what's your aim to get Headmaster Uberio out?"

Devol gawks a sniveling growl at him, "In case your interest for reading has gone out the window with the rest of your bounty hunting past, you might want to know that I'm a very horny boy for what this guy cooks up!"

The headmaster blushed hard at the boy's weird and utterly gross complement, referring to the master’s many accomplished novels on romance, sex, and adventure, all based of real encounters throughout his life. 

Amadeus just closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Devol can't help but egg on the headmaster's embarrassment, "Awww there there, my handsome slim author, maybe once you're back to your safe and sound district, you'd write a nice hot and spicy story about me and harem of girls within your novels."

To this, Uberio shies very blushed, hiding his face. Amadeus wide eyes the child, stepping in, "Enough with the jest kid, can you get us out or not?"

”Jest? This ain't no jest!" Devol pokes the gladiator's thigh. "You're damn right I'll get you out, and I'm gonna make sure I'm this guy's favorite by the end of it too." The boy roles up the illegal schematic, stashing it within his bedroom as he returns, "Come on then."

”Aren't you forgetting the map?" Amadeus questions.

Devol gives him an eye full, "Man! You of no faith in me, alright, don't believe me when I say your pretty little niece Tina wants me more than your nephew Spence."

Amadeus opens the front door brashly, "Don't ever mention my kin like that again boy, you've barely any respect in this hell hole as it is." As the warrior glances out, three gladius swords are pointing at his neck. Three thuggish gangbangers stand at the front porch of the rocky residence.

"As intel suggests," Said one of the three, "We got ourselves a noble here, Where's the headmaster?"

Amadeus slowly reaches for his side dagger, but in a surprise act, Devol slaps his hand off his sidearm, "Not in home!" The child rebuked, marching forward out, "YOU all!!!" The three opposing gladiators glance down, "Step away from my home." Devol says in a rash, intimidating tone.

Astonishingly, the three comply, one of them stating, "Damn, Raningo's kid. We better git then."

As the authority of the child wasn't presented enough, he calls out the main head of the three, "Auhh! You there! Come here! COME HERE!!! The thraex heeded reluctantly, standing before a meer child he can cut down with just one thrust of his sword. Devol eyes up and down the warrior, "Take off your boots."

"What?" The thraex said.

"You heard me, TAKE them off before one your pal's has to be surgically removed from the other's skull!"

Off with boots the thraex did so.

"Now," Devol lifted his small foot out, "put it on for me."

"You gotta be kidding..."

"Do you want me to come to your home in your sleep?"

This shut the thaex up as he slipped the oversized boots on Devol's feet and had to tie them onto the very brink of the lacings closing over on another.

Amadeus and Uberio were impressed by a little brat making an example out of three lethal fighting machines like they were his property.

"As for your boots bud, you can have them back after I walked a mile in your shoes. They'll be with Mulsuevi, you can either buy them back from the bossman for double what you paid for em or pay me only half."

The thraex stood bare footed, peering down despicably at the child, "You piece, they warned me about you. My dumb luck didn't want to believe the stories."

Devol smiled, "Cute. Now scram children, before I see it entertaining to have you give me your under cloths and run around Insulae exposed!"

The three gladiator skedaddled away shouting, “F*** that, I’m out of here!” “Damn boss’s pet!” “I stole em boots anyhow you can have them….”

Amadeus was dumbfounded, "You have a lot to explain, but not now, for we must get out of here."

"Keep your undies on,” The kid chortled, poking at the gladiator’s waist. “I'll take you to one of my favorite spots to enter the metro. Oh you may want to take some torches on the way, the dark is unpleasant.

Through the journey, the slave and master followed the boy through unmarked caverns, tunnels kept away from even the population that lives underground and what's more, they're littered with circling mazes and elevations. Devol waddled in the adult footwear he commandeered off the gangster, Amadeus and Uberio having a slight short quiet conversation meanwhile. The tunnels made all sorts of eerie sounds from throughout the venture. Echoes here and there from running water sources to distinct voices coming from where they branched into darkness. As the journey lengthened, the noises faded until only sounds from the group's torches, moments, and breathing were left emanating. Uberio took the opportunity to change back into his regular wear, and handed the disguise clothes to Devol, who in turn wore the clothes wrapped around his waist and neck like a capeware and shroud skirt, oversized hat tilted on his head. Amadeus jested to himself a giggle and pondered.

"Master, how did you manage to escape the chains Raningo kept you in?" The elite pupil asked.

"Umm..." Quinlan was reluctant to tell.

Sensing uneasiness, Amadeus retracted his inquiry, "No need to answer."

But the master did anyways, "I... squeeze through chains easily." He said.

"Those were some pretty standard chains for a regular man, your build has saved you from becoming his play thing. He didn't do anything to you by chance?"

"No... Just wanted more of the gift I offered."

"How fortunate to say the least."

Devol's eyes and ears perked up, the tunnels echoed with the slightest yelp uncomprehensible or detectable between the two's low tone chatter. 

"Hup!" The child whispered, the slave and master attentive and silent, only the sounds of their torches burning. "Close your eyes and listen." Devol advised.

The two did so, focusing outside the sound of their light sources. A second slight echoing yelp was heard coming far far among their location. The tunnel narrowed ever so slightly, still very wide for 10 people to stand side by side.

Devol made a "pst" sound alerting for the two to pay close attention to what he does. The boy put out his torch with his loin cloth and waddled very quietly to the side of the wall that had a human side divot. He hugged the wall scrunched up to it forward facing it, then glanced back gesturing for the two to do the same immediately. Another slight yelp was heard once more, and the two followed suit, putting our torches and huddling into their own human sized divots facing into them. Not sure what to expect, the group waited in their places for two minutes. Then another yelp was heard, this time it appeared to be only a few tunnels neighboring by with a distant source of following footsteps. Another two minutes went and the yelp ringed so loud from one tunnel network over it startled the slave and master. Their muffled reactions caught the following footsteps halted abruptly, soon they retracted the other direction towards the tunnel the group was in. The heartbeats of the two aimed to be controlled to minimum as their breathing was still as sleep. After two more minutes, a monstrous chaotic monumental shriek blasted down their tunnel. The slave and master forced themselves still, holding their breaths as the ensuing footsteps dashed past between them and Devol. The paddle of rusted metal, gear and hooks and sharp equipment followed and the steps halted from the supposed end of the tunnel. The echoes of the banshee scream faded through the distant passageways. Another two minutes passes, and the shriek that follows branched into separate tunnels further in. The group remained at their spots for what seemed like an hour listening to the haunting yelps fade with each passing interval of two minutes. With the yelps completely away from ear shot, an additional 10 minutes was given until Devol slowly backed away from his spot, the silent sound of his boots, reassured the two escorts were safe to back away from their own spots and face the direction of Devol's noise as he lit his torch with a flint striker. The slave and master pull their unlit torches onto his.

"Let's go." The boy whispered heading into the direction the yelper went.

Their footsteps, lit torches, breathing were all that is heard for the next 20 minutes of travel as the tunnel tips and turns narrowed into small branches of space of three person wide spacing, elevations varying with stair casings become ever frequent with some spiral ones.

"Who was that?" Amadeus whispered, very curious.

Devol answered him in a normal tone of voice, "He's a gallus full of fear and haunting matter, we're in his grounds underneath the mortuary catacombs of the metro. Shouldn't be far now just a few turns left. Gotta say, this guy's boots are definitely making my feet sore."

"Heh, a mile in his shoes huh?" Amadeus chuckled.

The group arrives at the last turn around where a walled passageway Devol claims leads to the outside of the Nobilium District's Hotel residence. Devol felt the walls for a loose brick paneling, running his fingers through, he felt fresh markings on the tips of fingers that alerted him to check the floor where he stood. Seeing rugged remnants of bone fragments and a few strands of ox hair. Devol exhaled an annoyed look, mumbling to himself, "So it's gonna be that way huh?"

"What's wrong?" Questioned Amadeus.

The boy takes off the straw hat holding it behind himself in a relaxed parade rest position, looking at the two, "Gladiator, promise me that you won't freak out."

The hoplomachus became unsettled, "Why what for?"

"Just promise me that you will stay right there and not interfere." Demanded Devol.

"You better not be up to any trouble." Warned Amadeus.

"Trust me, if all goes smoothly, you and Headmaster Uberio will be home free, I guarantee it... as long as you stay put." The child said annoyed, holding his lit torch up at the tall ceiling above them. The shadows disappeared slightly revealing a horrifying figure with an ox head that fell towards the headmaster. Clings of metal and rusty sharpen blade clatter as the killer took a hold of Quinlan.

In a split second Amadeus quick draws his sword moments before plunging it into the scary figure's skull.

Devol yells, "YOU KEEP YOUR PROMISE GLADIATOR!" Making the noble fighter hesitate, waiting.

The rugged killer manhandled Uberio, holding his grip around the short man's arms preventing his defenses, as the other ashed boney cladded hand grabbed the chin and jaw of the headmaster tilting his back. Pinning its body weight on the master towards the wall, the celtic demonic figure released his grip on his arms and reached at his tool belt quicking drawing a cutter blade of scissors. It's grip on Quinlan's whimpering gaze slowly crawls over his face like a tarantula, cupping a few bangs of light blue hair. The killer slices off the strands, throwing the elite slave owner to the ground, Amadeus quickly catching his master before he impacted. The vile creature examined the hair sample within his possession, exchanging a death stare at Devol, then at the two. It gave a semi coherent tone of words that became disciplined and professional in a matter of seconds.

"zzzzra hhhaggtaa Compliments of Raningo Mulsuevi, Sudo-Emperor of Gladia. zzzzgrammm." It returned a gaze back at the child. The boy looked at him with smug seduction, scratching his own scrotum, rasing a brow at the killer.

"Come here, Cannibalous buddy! Let me give you some my own hair!" The child taunted with humping embrace, the demonic entity growled hostilely, disappearing into the darkness, the rattling of footsteps and metal fading away at abnormal instances. "Yeah, I figured as much!" Devol shouted.

The slave helps up his master, "Are you alright master?"

"Y..Yes, j... just... shooked by the hunter's actions is all."

Amadeus scolds the child, "What the hell is wrong with you? You could of had my master killed!"

"Me? Look who's talking. I told you to chill and you're all up and arms ready to kill." The boy retorted.

The hoplomachus grunted, admitting his fault, "Perhaps... you're right, but you Insulae people are still bat sh*t crazy lunatics with no sense of decency."

Devol smiles evilly, "Of course we are. Now then," The boy pushed the false wall hard open, leading to a shed-like interior within. "Let's get you out of my place and into some comfier spaces."

Exiting the tunnel, the boy closed the false wall, putting back the scooted equipment that was shoved aside during the entry. Amadeus viewed out the shack window. The last remaining rays of light before the sun were vanishing into the horizon, soothing the warrior. Turning to the boy, the hoplomachus had to give him props.

"Listen. You are by far the strangest youngling I ever seen, but you did good today by aiding in the headmaster's safety. I don't know what your ties with Mulsuevi are, or where you stand with the public's affairs, but you keep your word in the end. Please take my thanks. I would pay you with what coin I carried with me, but Xizor shanked it out of me already."

Devol laughed, "Good ole pops got you good then huh?"

Amadeus chuckled but then questioned, "Say, rumors wouldn't hold it true then..."

"What? Xizor? Yeah, he's my uncle, I treat em like a father cause... well he's pretty good at dealing with a trouble maker like me." Devol answered.

The headmaster cracked open the shack door peering out into the Nobilium, from the looks of it, he could tell they were next to the district's grand hotels. The shack they’re in is an installment of a variety of tool sheds used to comb the premises, brush the sediments, and supply every day equipment usage for maintaining the nearby areas.

Uberio turns to Devol, kneeling down to his level. Though the man is incredibly shy against an Insulae member of the underground populace, he grew a liking for the bad boy. "I... I'll write you a short story. Y... you choose."

The child smiled, "Don't sweat it, Q." Devol then learns into his side, "But if you really get around it, there's this cute girl..."

Amadeus interjects briefly, "Don't..."

"It isn't Tina you stocky hoplomach, it's another cute girl, one I personally get down with." Devol clarified.

Quinlan giggled, feeling inspired by the ideas, "O...ok."

"She's a grand gal but let me say, her mother is kinda kinky around me yet she obviously hides it. Oh just thinking about her is getting me worked up, let me tell ya, I never met a hotter girl than Veronica Cortelyous mmm. I swear the things she make me want to do to her."

Amadeus gets caught off guard, "Holy criminy, her?"

Uberio, upon hearing this, gets very inspired, his heart rate a flowing, sweat forming on his head, "Uhh oh... Y...Yess yes indeed. M... M...Mrs. Beautanica's... little... angel."

"Ohhh I don't know about angel, Q? Remember, like mother like daughter, hot and pretty." Devol said leaning into Uberio's leg, "You know, me and Veronica can always come and visit your 'private quarters for some writing ideas.'"

Amadeus heard enough, he didn't want to be rude, "Let's first, make sure Headmaster Uberio arrives back to his quarters at least, boy."

Uberio's fluttering mind then agrees with his slave, "Oh... Yes indeed."

Throughout the night Quinlan returned to his school and to his people's arms joyously. They were glad to see their headmaster accounted for after the strange sudden absence. During the nightly festivities held at school's rooftop many noble gladiators of guests and visitors chatted about the eventful day of nearing losing their master to the ravenous criminal boss Mulsuevi within the depths of Insulae. Quinlan's trusted advisors reassured them that such visits with vile entities will be strictly by proxy from now on.

Back at the Insulae District, Raningo stood by his throne with an amassed fleet of dangerous gladiator underboss employees and their elites.

"COME ON! Not one of yee found em?" The displeased sudo-emperor flipped his dining table over smashing expensive wines and foods in front of the group, "What's mangy blot of y'all worth to catch one simple peepsqueek!!!? I cut the lot of ya in the pits for me trouble for not just providing me a shiver of thy poor sap's scalp!!!" Mulsuevo said huffing and puffing, feeling made a mockery of within his own turf. Slamming a large shelf of books and containers over, the madman kicks a bucket into the front of the group, "None of ye's getting paid, laid, or even gamed, until each one of yurs RIPS off mints of hair into me bucket till it's fat full for the price of What ONE SINGLE HAIR Of that scrawny piping mice's worth!!!" He threatened.

The group stood shocked, most of them didn't have head hair, and the ones that did were regretting being their at that very moment. But in the midst of the crime lord's command, a figure stepped forth towards the 6 and half foot giant. Cannibalous stood before the boss.

"Speak ye celtic demon, before I rip your hair into thy bucket meself!!!" Demanded Raningo.

The killer did not speak in words, but instead, offered the very sliced bangs of Quinlan Uberio as substantial compensation to settle the mass punishment required out of everyone at the moment. The gladiators marveled at the display, knowing the mighty assassin capable of accomplishing the daring task, especially for the sake of the otherwise bound consequences.

Mulsuevi's eyes peered down at the figure's boney clad fingers pinching the very light blue strands of hair from the very headmaster he so desperately sought reconciliation after. Not surprised, not disappointed, the madman step forth reaching to take the evidence, but Cannibalous retracted his hand away from the grunt's grasp to everyone's gasps

"Whaa? SLAVE!!! What is the MEANING OF THIS!!!!?" The madman demanded and when the assassin did not respond instantly, or rather unfazed at all, Mulsuevi went to suckerpunch the killer straight in the head with all his might but halted immediately, seeing a little girl behind the figure. The way the madman swung his aim to knock out the cannibal then stopped with threaten force, brought chills to everyone but Cannibalous and interestingly, this girl that stood next to the killer. Raningo exhaled, breathing heavy and angry. The girl snapped her fingers and the assassin stretched his hand with the evidence and dropped it into her small palm. The psychotic boss saw this, and squinted at Cannibalous,

"Do me eyes deceive me, that this lassie has a hold of yee Cannibalous!" The madman huffed and puffed.

The girl held her book and opened it to a desired page and placed the hair stands in, all but the smallest one, and pinched it like the assassin did, offering to Mulsuevi, "One single hair from Domus Nobilium's Headmaster, Quinlan Uberio, Theater Arts and Explorer extraordinaire." The girl confidently and professionally stated directly eyeing the sudo-emperor to take the offering. The madman tilted his head confused and semi hesitant then he opened his palm under hers, as she dropped the strand into his possession. The girl then proceeded on finishing her statement to everyone's surprise. "A gift as a FAVOR by the Nortorapolys."

Mulsuevi gasps looking at his closed hand just accepted a gift from a Nortorapoly, he grits his teeth and yells, "Blasted bi*ch!!!" He goes to swing at Cannibalous but the assassin dodges, the madman swings to hit the girl next but her protector grabs her and dodges the second swing of the crime lord, shuffling his stance behind the boss, the girl behind it, "Blaaaagh! You sold out! To her!?" He called out.

The girl scoffed at him, "The name's Tierra Nortorapoly."

"WENCH NAMES AH MEAN SH*T in this place girly, me ought to plaster your brains for all to SEE for ye playing me a fool!!!"

To this, Tierra soured her attitude and imbued her grand authority towards the sudo-emperor, "Playing!? I know not! My word is my father's word, my actions are my father's actions, my decisions are my father's decisions!" She proclaimed in absolute dignity. The gladiators within the room started to worry, if a Nortorapoly is in their midst, serious intentions are met, all foolishness aside. As to prove her point, she called out Xizor who was trying to hide amongst his peers. "Xizor Ixion! Post!" The command had the secutor running up to her side, "Yes... M..Mistress." The group gasped. Many of the warriors know of Xizor, he would never stupe to someone's authority if they were minors, especially within Insulae, and ever drastically, in front of his very own headmaster, Raningo.

Mulsuevi gawked.

Tierra instructed of the secutor, "Xizor Ixion, is your sister here today?"

"Y... Yes Mistress." He confirmed.

"Bring her over here this instance, slave."

"Yes Mistress, Vanessa!" The brother called.

Among the group appeared a very lovely ample supple gladiatrix plated in similar armor fashion like her sibling but with breast plates to cover her perky bonkers. She stood next to her brother at attention.

Tierra could see she's getting through Mulsuevi's thick head that he wasn't the only one in charge here tonight. "You two."

"Mistress!" The two replied.

"You will leave Headmaster Mulsuevi's ownership and fall back to my father's should this slave owner continue his jest of my presence here this night."

"Yes Mistress!" The siblings said.

"Furthermore, you are to inform your Insulae colleagues that the Extremus District would be more than happy to relinquish ties to Mulsuevi's student enrollment businesses, should he yet continue to treat my presence in front of him, as a joke."

"Yes Mistress!" The two said.

Feeling mounting pressure settle in him, Raningo growls and puts a hole into a nearby countertop, smashing it with his fist that held his 'gift,' "Raaaaah! EVERY SLAVE UNDER ME, GET THE FU** OUT!!!" The meeting of gladiators abandoned the room like mice and rats exposed to lighting. The madman turns to Tierra and then he exhales, rubbing his face, controlling his breathing, and opens his eyes disappointed and reluctant gaze to her, sighing grovely angry, "Thank yur for the thy 'gift', Miss Nortorapoly. Care for a drink, a snack, some entertainment perhaps?"

Tierra glared at Mulsuevi, she still wants to make a more of an example out of him, but other priorities were on her agenda, so she left him with some words of encouragement next time they ever meet. "Raningo, you know very well that my father has very extreme ties to the emperor. Many would argue that a Nortorapoly's law closely matches to that of our true ruler. That level of responsibility is why I'm even here. Cannibalous here was caught by my hand robbing my father during the Lanista Festival. To steal from my father, is to steal from the real emperor. So I spared your slave the gallows and in turn, it chose to be with me." Tierra stared at Mulsuevi's twisted and psychotic eyes beaming down on her. After a minute, The girl proceeded on, "Off I go then, Xizor and Vanessa…"

"Yes Mistress!"

"You're dismissed. Feel free to remain with your current ties to ownership as usual, or until I see it fit." She ordered.

"Yes Mistress!" The two bowed to her as she leaves, ready to leave themselves until Raningo butted in,

"Hold it ya two!" The beaten runt ordered at the sibling slaves.

Tierra was nearly out the door with Cannibalous when she heard Mulsuevi. She turned to see what the sudo-emperor could possibly want with them.

The madman placed the strand of hair in a display box on a shelf turning to the siblings, "Yee both, head into me bed chambers... I want to..." The lunatic eyes back at Tierra at the doorway, "destress my fury, after thy business yur mistress gave me." The madman said in a surprisingly calm, serious, stern, tone and attitude.

Tierra narrowed her eyes at Mulsuevi as her father's slaves went into the sicko's bedroom. Her cheeks began to redden as she couldn't stand looking at a perverted master see her like that. Mulsuevi mumbled with his professional phycological personality disorder fully kicking in, "YOU'RE A GOOD GIRL."

Tierra starred one final time and left.

Throughout the next few days, the sudo-emperor would have his fill of cheesecake created by his cooking staff. He's pleased to know that the epic chef from the Extremus sent over modified versions of the dessert to his mail. A cheesecake produced by Gladian love for organic and natural means took hold, treading the sweet treat, adopting the dessert across the entire Insulae. A popular dessert with delightful taste, yet powerful jurisdictional meaning that a Nobilium leader had been under the clutches of the sudo-emperor, then hunted down for sport with the proof of his hair. A grand time between two district's that did well to avoid each other.

Within his private quarters of the Insulae depths of hell, Mulsuevi sorted out mail, card throwing the ones he deemed a waste of his time, across the floor for his slave secretaries Vanessa and other hotties to go through. Going through what interested him most, the madman found one, in particular, from Quinlan Uberio. Blinking his curious eyes, the crime lord unwrapped the scroll.

From it's message,

Dear Friend.

I forgive you for withholding me from my people and wished to extend a soft declaration that my people shouldn't treat your district any less than what the rest of the other districts already do. 

I apologize that I made myself scarce within your quarters without proper leaving. Please take this as a token of gratitude that we may still coordinate business with student exchanges,  ball demonstrations, and such as usual.

Respectfully, Q. Uberio

Domus Nobilium Headmaster

The madman roll the message lower and saw that Uberio provided a preserved sample of his hair in a see-through flexible packing. "Rughf! Ye pathetic turp." Mulsuevi mumbled to himself. "Alrighty then, ya kid."

Throughout the same day, Uberio received a letter in the mail from Mulsuevi containing a small coin, a quadron, the lowest currency of the entire nation. Inspecting the possible significance of the present, the lanista read his incomprehensible message to the best of his ability. Understanding the madman's writing in full now, he reads, 

"Enjoy me little payment me be peeing on for the last week, Shrimpy!", 

holding the coin in his hand, Uberio immediately drops it, blushing, and rushes to his personal bathroom. Quinlan rinses off his hand, personally smiling, embarrassed and yet oddly ok with the fact that this is how the sudo-emperor likes playing with him, meaning he's in a good mood.