Spring 56th, 513 AV- The Sharp Tongue Pub
Titus groaned, gulping down his ale. He let out a long line of swears before leaning back in his chair stareing at the roof. He was ticked at his latest fights, he knew he could do better. He looked down at the now half empty mug and finished it off with one loud, satisfying gulp. He sighed and looked around. No one interesting was here, except a few barmaids who were decent on the eyes. "Maybe... I should get a friend" he said with a slight smile. "Calm myself down then get to some serious training" he laughed to himself. He let out a sigh and his mind faded out, he remebered his fight with the giant. How he couldnt land a hit, how the giant man-handled him all over the warfield. His fist tightened in anger, before he snapped back to reality and his hands slowly started to relaxe. "Im so bored... Maybe I should travel" he said to himself as he closed his eyes.