As he was leaving his apartment he saw five men getting ready to depart from the southwest apartment. They appeared to be an odd mix. Only one of them looked like he was of decent Roman stock. He was much better dressed than the others and had that air of confidence that young, good looking men with money projected. Another reminded him of a military man just by the way he moved with precision and purpose. The other three were decidedly homespun, one of them a very big man with blond hair. When he caught part of the conversation it was obvious he was German. The strange thing was that they all acted as though they were equals. Two of them brought out a couple of good sized wooden chests and strapped them to a horse. He could only wonder what was in them. It was almost as if the five of them were guarding whatever they contained. He was a little surprised when he saw the well dressed Roman touch one of the barbarian homespun types in a manner that indicated to him that they were more than just good friends. The kiss on the lips was the sealer. He thought that they had not seen him but just as they were ready to ride off the one who had been kissed by the Roman turned his head and looked directly at him. He hadn't expected that and quickly turned away. After they rode off Barak casually went on his way.