"Ametha, it's allright." Quintus said. "Kala is doing just fine." Before he could say more, another slave walked into the kitchen. "Dominus, your cousin Marcus is here."

"Gods, no..." groaned Quintus. [i]Marcus Livius Sejanus.[/i] A distant relative, but a pompous moocher nonetheless. Quintus had no idea why he was here all the way from Capua, but as the master of the househould, he was responsible for the well being of his guests. Even if Quintus' knee-jerk reaction was to have Brennus fold his cousin in half and throw him off the balcony. 

"I'll be there shortly." Quintus said before getting up to go put on a decent toga.