Black Morass i. wanderlust

amusement tickles the man's expression. unsure whether to growl, the old geezer bursts into a laugh. theissor, first annoyed, joins him with snickers of his own. though he straightens himself once kovictus begins to speak again. a smirk never leaves him, and neither his gaze.

plenty of women ey? if they all belonged to him, then theissor really may just have to kill him. is that an invitation? he chortles, and mirrors the brute's sneer. of course i fight. spoken with pride. the young brute stands tall, flexing himself to leave no room for question. if a warrior is what you need, then you've found a gladiator.