The ride to the city was rather uneventful. Perhaps the sight of the strong ex gladiator and company was enough of a deterrent to keep would be bandits at bay. While the gladiator didn’t show much interest in him, he knew that her kind usually had influential friends. His nose smelled opportunity.

Marcus looked rather comical being a five foot tall bald man walking to the front gates surrounded by his five massive guards standing eight feet tall weighing four hundred pounds. He looked around and his instincts were telling him that something was off. [color=00a651][b]“Looks like you’ve scared away the welcoming party. Hopefully this ‘friend’ is home.”[/b][/color]