You enter the inn and find it to be less busy like it usually is. You can only see a few of the patreons sitting either at a table or by the counter.

But amongst the few you see, you spot a familiar face. Sitting by himself fiddling with a round shield.

You approach the Entertainer, and he notices you and waves.

“Why hello there!. A bit early on the day to be asking for another story, don’t you think?. And don’t try to deny it! I know that is why you approached. But not to worry, I got one for ya!” He says, as he puts down the shield beside the table, before turning back to you.

“So!. I would assume you would know about the arena fights that are here and there in the world. So surely you would have heard about this specific Champion amongst all the others!. For today, i’ll tell you about Big ol’ Brutus!. The Champion of the Arena!”

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Now Brutus is quite the beast of a man, no pun intended. But from how I hear it, the arena has been his whole life since birth.

His mother was a gladiator, who got knocked up by one of the guards that keeps an eye on ‘em. Keep in mind that most of the time, the ‘Gladiators’ tend to be prisoners in these sorts of things. Either they are slaves or prisoners of war, it doesn't matter. Fight and win your life back, or die trying.

Anyways. That was how Brutus came to be, effectively making him a bastard’s son. Worse is that his mother got her head caved in by a cave troll when he was twelve. Apparently the Arena heads that ran the show thought that bringing in a monster like that would hype up the crowd.

And hype up the crowd it sure did… For the first hour. Then the damn thing climbed the wall that kept the onlookers away from the fight, and then started killing the onlookers!. Thankfully the guards managed to take it down, but it did get a kill count of 50 before it kicked the bucket.

Back to Brutus, who was at the time mourning the death of his mother, vowed that he would be strong for her sake, now that she was gone.

So he trained day in and day out for the next few years, until he entered his first fight. It was a bit rocky at the start, he managed to cut down two of his opponents, until one of the still standing ones gave him a nasty slice down his back. He went to the floor in pain, and was about to be finished off by his backstabbing opponent, until he sucked up the pain and rolled out of the way, as his enemy’s blade stabbed into the ground. Then he kicked the guy’s legs out from under him, and when he was on the floor, Brutus jumped onto him and chumped down on the guy's throat, before ripping his windpipe out in a bloody fashion.

And let me tell you, the people fucking loved it!. They cheered his name in rhythmic tandem as they wanted to see more of what he could do.

From there on, he just kept on marching. He got Bigger. He got Stronger. And he grew more and more fond of the spotlight and bloodshed of the Arena. And with each victory, he was given better and better gear. And even sometimes, got to have a fun night of passion and baser instincts with a slew of fine women, and I even think some of them were married women too, oh my.

And he’s damn well earned the title of champion. I can tell you that!.

As i’ve said at the start, he’s a Beast of a man. He towers over most of his opponents. He can break your skull like an egg with a solid punch, and even crush it with just one hand. He can rip off your arms and beat you to death with ‘em. And that is just the tame variants of how he’ll kill you in a one on one fight. Because once he lets out the bloodthirsty beast inside him, then oh boy you better start praying!.

Now for some rather concerning news about him today tho is that he's gone… He’s not dead as far as i know, he’s just gone off and vanished off the face of the earth!. Poof!. How this came to be, nobody knows. All we know is that the caravan he was in, got attacked by an unknown group with unknown reasons. And that’s the last i’ve heard about him.

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“There are speculations flowing about that says that his disappearance has something to do with a handful of wealthy merchants and aristocrats, who had bet a lot of money on some of his opponents, and lost said money when he cut off their fighters' heads. Others say that it was the small army of angry husbands, who were fed up with Brutus shagging their wives when they weren’t looking. And then there are some that say he got kidnapped by a death cult or something stupid like that”

He says, as he downs a mug of ale in one go, before sighing in satisfaction.

“Now the people of the arena are willing to pay people handsomely if they find him and bring him back. But to be honest, i don’t really think anyone is going to find him anytime soon. Again for all we know, he may just be lying dead in a ditch somewhere out there. But let’s just keep it on the hopeful side and say that he’s still breathing” He says, as he taps the table a couple of times.

“So… Wanna hear anything else?”

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This was done once again by the phenomenal  Jaeger_Wunderkind! So go over to them and give them some love why don’t ya!.