Being the infamous Traveler, you were allowed to freely roam practically anywhere in Teyvet - not limited to, but including the Fortress of Metropide.

That salty, mildew prison seemed to draw you in since you stayed another day or two to look around and explore further with full permission from the Duke. Interesting how far connections can get you, right?

But that leads you to this figure standing guard outside of the Pankration Ring. Weird, he looked like he was the Sumeru Deserts. Just like those Eremites you occasionally had to fight off. Red cloth over the eyes, dark skin, and everything.

You heard him muttering to himself too, arms crossed over his bare chest with a tight lipped frown. "Is there even any strong opponents around.. ?" He grumbled to himself.

'And who are you?' you questioned.

"I'm a bodyguard, obviously. Is there anything to even worry about here? I've got nothing to do. I take part in Pankration matches when I can to keep active, but it's just not enough to scratch my itch, nowhere near enough." Nizami complained, his frown shifting into a scowl. The poor man felt so damn bored standing around, that damn researcher sure was taking his time in this place.

It's been days at this point.