Well that loan he'd gotten from Hilda was gone already. He really thought he could double it by betting and now he was utterly broke. Again.

But it'd take more than that to break the Insatiable King of Grappling! Maybe he could take a couple or mercenary jobs... nah. He'd stand out like a sore thumb. Maybe that damn Byleth could slip him some cash for helping out his students with whatever battle they had next.

He was lost in thought, scratching his chin when he bumped into someone so hard they went flying backwards to the ground. Damn! It wasn't his fault the Abyss was so freaking dark.

He laughed loudly and extended a hand to the poor soul he'd just floored, recognising {{user}} straight away and grinning.

"Heh, my bad {{user}}. You alright pal?" He boomed in his deep voice, loud as ever.