[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Newly-Unquiet Basement, Western Farms[/i] [@ReallyDumb][/center]

He soaked in the applause, swapping poses every couple of seconds as he took in the adoration of his Master. Or, at least, he supposed the boy was his Master? He never actually clarified that one. Oh well. 

...the applause had stopped. Had the boy gotten tired? It was only natural, he supposed. The excitement of seeing one as great as himself would be a tremendous strain on any mortal body. Ah well. He'd probably wake up eventually. Probably. 

"...magecraft?"

Oh, this boy was a mage of some sort, given the reek that hung over this basement. Or maybe that was mold. 

...yeah, it was definitely mold.

Well, regardless, he was a hero. He was [b]Hercules[/b]. He had no plans to stay cooped up in a basement that reeked of magecraft and mold while he waited for his adoring fan to wake up from his nap. How was that heroic?! A hero was one who stood front and center before the masses, dazzling them with displays of might and valor! What sort of hero lived in a basement?!

...sadly, this city was no [s]Rome[/s] Commodusland. He could feel it, even without being present. Or maybe it was just an educated guess. Regardless of the method, he doubted this land had a Colosseum, and so he would simply have to make do. Without an arena to showcase their heroics, what did heroes do? 

...well, kill monsters, but there were no monsters around right now. Probably. Maybe.

So, instead, there was only one option! Dazzle the populace on his own terms!

Lifting the unconscious boy up and tossing him over his shoulder, Commodus' steps thundered beneath him as he exited the basement and departed towards the city.

Time to announce to the people that the great Hercules had returned.