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Graicus shivered. He hadn't brought his cloak with him and the icy winds were merciless on the thoroughly drenched gladiator. He brought a hand to his face to wipe off the rain before marching on.

How he would love for Forsworn to see him now, see him and dare attack him. He would gladly end their lives. The night shrugged at Graicus' personal vendetta. If she hid Forsworn she did not show. Graicus knew how well those savage bretonborn could hide among the passes, especially at night but he was struck with a profound feeling of loneliness. As if nobody cared to even look at him.

Here came Graicus of Anvil, Gladiator of the five arenas, destroyer of Marko the dick. Not quite Cade's worth of pomp was it... Graicus was unaware that the Forsworn he wished would attack him were in fact attacking his friends.