Somewhere around 400 A.D., around Pannonia.

A hun warrior called Ernak stepped into his yurt, dismissing the man he was talking to. His gaze set on the bruised roman soldier he captured. He wasn't wearing that ridiculous armour anymore..he was not bad looking.

Usually they did not leave people behind, killing every enemy was easier.

But this one man had caught his eye, and Ernak was planning on keeping him closely by his side.