As Gunnar continued to speak with the guards around him of battles and raids past, the barbarian's attention shifted momentarily to a sullen looking man that he recognized from a few battles as he staggered into the tavern. Gunnar thought nothing of it of course, and simply continued his conversation, that is, until the man staggered back out some time later wreaking of alcohol and stripping himself free of his clothing. The guards started to go after him, however Gunnar stopped them, "No brothers. That there is a man who's deep into the cups, both of wine and of shame. Let 'im be for know, he'll sleep it off in due time i'm sure." he said, unaware of the gristly fat that Gangral would meet soon after he'd left the tavern. Shortly after Gangral faded from view, Gunnar raised the pitcher in his hand once more only to growl with displeasure as he realized that the thing was empty. "I guess i've had enough of this wine anyway..." He grunted before setting it down and rising up to tower over the guards, "So then, there'll not be another battle for me for another day, yes? What else can I do besides drink and engage in carnal debauchery with the harlots of this city?" he asked to one of the guards. "You could always go to the training grounds, Gunnar." One of the men suggested, eliciting a haw from the gladiator, "Brother Agrippa, surely you must be joking, i've not had to train once since my arrival. I was a warrior long before coming here, why must you insult me so?" he said with a hint of agitation, "I mean no insult, I was going to suggest that you watch the others as they train. You possibly find a worthy challenger in a new batch of slaves.". Gunnar mulled the idea over before sighing, "I suppose that would help pass the time. Very well then, i'll be taking my leave. Take care brothers." the barbarian said before walking off in the direction of the training grounds.
Just as Gunnar got out of earshot of them, the guards sighed nearly in unison before one spoke up, "Agrippa, why must we continue to tolerate this meat headed brute? I'd much rather see him fed in pieces to the beasts than entertain another of his stories.", "In due time Brutus, in due time. He's a crowd favorite in the coliseum, so for now we'll just have to tolerate him. However the crowds can be fickle, just you wait and see.". Brutus spat into the dirt, "I still do not see why the emperor believed it would be a good idea to add him to our ranks. Just the mere sight of him skulking about the palace boils my blood.".