[It's your nickname and you're stuck with it. Welcome to your new life.]

Yeah, well. That's one of us. It'll take me a wee bit yet. [A sigh travels through what feels like his entire body, fingers rubbing between his eyes. This is the first time he's used it, and hilariously--it was an accident. His luck.]

A fighter, are you? Well, I can agree to that, at least. I'm a... [Criminal.] Sellsword. One of those people who takes money from people to fight for them or do jobs for them that they don't wanna' do themselves. So I'm definitely a fighter too, if you wanna' call it that.

[Fighting bandits... hah. What irony is this.]

Right. Name's Gaius. Nice to meetcha, and all that.