Gaius lives at the Inn and, as such, he is something of a regular in the evenings. He was usually to be found either making conversation with the other patrons or engrossed in one of the many books he borrows from the schoolhouse to practice his English skills. (With his tutors both gone a long time, reading was a good way to learn things beyond the conversational basics.) Tonight, he was doing just that, reading about carpentry to learn more about how to repair any further damage that might befall the storehouse with Clint Barton the builder gone.

But he also watched the people around him, because there may not be any such thing as politics here, but he was still political, in his own way. Knowing people, knowing who they were and what drove them, was just as important to understanding the community here as it had been to securing voting blocs of the populus Romanus. So he noticed the new man by the fire, and he noticed the pained look on the newcomer's face.

"Is your head troubling you?" he asked, his voice heavily accented. Not that he could offer much in assistance, but if it was, there were capable physicians here.