Brutus strode to the docks, his helmet lightly tucked under his arm. He paused and noticed the guards stopping a rather short man, at least he was short to Brutus. "Halt," The young king rose his hand and pushed the guards aside, "Why have you come here? Speak."

He let out a long sigh and squinted down at the man. It was clear to see why Brutus was given the nickname King Brute.