Karena chuckled at the look on the slaves face. "Carrick is my father in the sense that he made me what I am" she explained with an amused smirk. "Though at the time I was given to him he was known by another name..Hazard when you're older than God himself"
Selecting another knife she regarded the dummy for a brief moment before throwing it, this one landing in the throat.
"As for your other question, I was not a Spartan. I was Romani, also known as a gypsy." glancing around she watched the other slaves milling about. "So..Has Carrick given you so little chores you can spend your afternoon fighting a dummy? He must be getting soft in his old age.."