"Ah, a matter of honour, huh?" Garvus said, "well, it is good to honour your roots, I say. However, when you find freedom, make your story your own no? At least, that is why I am here. I do not care about the money and I am saving mine for something. I am here to make memories and a life worth living for." Garvus explained. "I will, one day, return home to my farm and family, but I will not be remembered by the ways I looked after goat." He added with a laugh. "Enjoy your bread friend." He said with a smile before walking to the front.

When Auldus announced the next event, it required two and Orun had picked Garvus. Garvus enjoyed watching however the true joy of the coliseum was in battle. "Of course Orun! Come!" He replied, beckoning him with his hand, and walking out the spectator box towards the armoury. "I will gather my sword and shield in the armoury! There I will wait!" Garvus called back behind him, cheerily. Garvus strode across the sand towards the armoury, unarmed but in his armour (see picture) which he rarely takes off. Garvus was also looking forward to see the beast the master had captured for the event. A creature from the north? Maybe. Something from a warmer place. Probably. Either way, Garvus would not be the one to actually kill it, that is for Orun to decide. Garvus would protect Orun in the event and aid him, but like humans, Garvus could not slay a beast. He reached the armoury, strapped his own shield to his left arm, and picked up a gladius in his right hand. All he awaited was Orun or the master's call.