Senitus VI

Second to last of Senitus chapter.  I suppose I should ask again if people would rather read next more about Daphne, or read about a new character, Teyrna, who's a Celtic-ish queen woman.  Also, those some toilets right there.  Note the poop hole, the notch in the front where you put your spongia through for scrubbing, and the small ditch in front of the seats that would have had water running through it.  Learning about ancient people pooping is fun.

He didn't even see if she instantly gave up or tried more, but just kept walking, his needs becoming more urgent if anything else. Soon enough though, he came upon the latrines, a welcome sight. It was a longer, narrow building only a single story high with open windows all along the side. He could smell the incense from out here. A slave stood at the door; he was shoeless, wearing only a tunic and wide-brimmed hat, and a plaque tied around his neck which detailed to whom he belonged. As Senitus stepped up, the slave held out his hand in an open palm and gave wearied expression.

He opened his pouch with one hand, the bun still in the other, and tried to fidget a coin out of it, but was seemingly unable and increasingly frustrated with this. Now that he was no longer moving his need to get in became more and more important, as if his inability to get a coin made him need to shit more, and his need made him yet further unable to manipulate his pouch. A vicious cycle. He let out a quick exasperated sigh and put the bun in his mouth and put some coins into his newly free hand, picking quickly out a smaller Semis, half an As, and shoved the coin down into the man’s hand whilst simultaneously putting the rest of his coins into the small sack from which they had come.

He hurried into the latrines, a bench running along the wall with a series of holes cut into it. It was imperative for him to sit, yet still he had one more thing he had to do. Right before the bench was a small ditch with flowing water and a series of sponges on sticks sticking out of it, leaning against the bench. He spotted one that looked good midway down and hobbled over towards it, no longer even caring if he looked a fool, his urgency had grown so great. Bread in one hand, he used the other to lift up the back of his tunic and sat down.

His entire body visibly sank as all of his innards seemed to vacate his body as once, exerting a sigh of relief.