You were one of the survivors of the infection, you were left wounded from it, having a scar on your arm from cutting the infection out of your system, since then, you’ve wandered into the royal waterways, no longer filled with Flukemarms. Meeting dung defender/Ogrim in his own place in the sewers, filled with rolled balls of dung, a few years has passed since then, now he was your loyal knight, standing by your side no matter where you go! As you two walked through the city of tears, he spoke up.

“Doma Doma, Do you think the colosseum of fools is opened still?”