Meeting Kinsman

[donar]

"Bloody sand. Getting in places where sand shouldn’t ever be.

The man, Agron, was speaking to himself but Donar’s ears pricked to the sound of his native tongue being spoken in the ludus. They’d interacted a few times since Agron and his brother had arrived but this was the first time that he’d seen Agron without Duro. In fact the majority of the gladiators were elsewhere and there were no prying eyes for once.

Approaching, he told the man in their mother tongue “You soon adapt, we may not have been built for sand but soon it will be just another fact of life.” Not something he relished, he loathed life as a slave and gladiator but what use what there raging about it now? 

At least the Gods had dropped this ever so handsome countryman into his lap.

“I am Donar, your accent tells me we must be from similar tribes in the Rhineland.”

Agron