"Now I know what you are all thinking and your concerns. How do we procure these people? How shall we ensure a constant supply? Will they be for personal use or for the city to enjoy?" Justinian's lips curled as his chair creaked when he put more of his weight on it. Tapping his fingers together and tilting his head, he had an innocent-looking appearance, wearing his bright colours, if it weren't for the horrid smile on his face and the words he spoke.
"This doesn't explain how they are useful for the Colosseum." One lady spoke up, "Besides, very few fighters within the Colosseum are Lessers. You know very well that it was a tried and tested method to only use them as fighters that always failed. They lack the presence needed to whip up the crowd." Justinian nodded and separated his hands, stepping away from his chair. Pacing back and forth, he chuckled.
