[ Jacob loves the atmosphere of the Fields. The roar of the crowds, the smell of food, the booze that flows freely, and the gladiators themselves. Men and women who fight for the glory of the city, the admiration of the people, the adrenaline of battle.
He could have been one, he thinks. A hero of the masses, blood-splattered, breathing hard as he waits for the crowd to decide if his opponant lives or dies.
But if he considers it, he doesn't think a life in the limelight would suit him. Yet he can't help think about it, as he waits outside the Fields in an evening. There's no games right now, with the sun sinking. He's just here on yet another job, an errand, but it does mean he gets to meet one of these gods-on-earth. ]
Gladiator Goodness
He could have been one, he thinks. A hero of the masses, blood-splattered, breathing hard as he waits for the crowd to decide if his opponant lives or dies.
But if he considers it, he doesn't think a life in the limelight would suit him. Yet he can't help think about it, as he waits outside the Fields in an evening. There's no games right now, with the sun sinking. He's just here on yet another job, an errand, but it does mean he gets to meet one of these gods-on-earth. ]