His name was Marius.
He was a Freeport guard, and a damn good one.
How do I know this?
He was one of the few that I have ever fought and lost to.
Many years back, when I was skulking around within Freeport trying to learn more about the city without getting killed, I made what to anyone else would have been a fatal error. I was still mostly whole back then, unbroken and unscarred as I am now, and I ran into him from behind. Oh, I admit I was not paying attention like I should have been; you don't live long in Freeport, citizen or no, if you don't have your wits about you. I seem to have lost them for an instant while flipping off an ogre that had made threats to me.
The broad back I ran headlong in to belonged to a rather big Sergeant in the Freeport Guard who did not take too kindly to nearly being knocked off his feet. Especially by a lowly halfbreed like myself. It didn't take long for the fight between us to begin. It took less time for me to find my own ass planted quite solidly o