@pyvor
There were perks to his career that some didn’t know, and that meant that he had connections with just about anyone that took part in Aeternum’s slave game. From bankers to assassins to tavern owners to tower guards, he knew - or at least knew of - almost everyone and it paid in information. One guard had told him of a pet in the tower, a member of the formidable Zanir clan, and that he was unruly and otherwise disrespectful. But that only intrigued Brutias more. With the Zanir clan’s reputation, he knew that this pet could be a formidable fighter and the bite that the guard had described... well, it told him he had the heart of a champion.
That was how he found himself at the cells, being escorted by the very same guard, until he came to a stop in the cell that belonged to the half-breed. It was clear he was a dragonborn - from the fire that burned in his eyes to the broad shoulders and thick muscles - and he could tell that the man was, indeed, angry.
“Before you snap at me,” Brutias spoke rather calmly. “I would like to inform you that so long as you are respectful to me, I will be respectful to you. You need not call me sir or master or get on your knees and grovel, but you should refrain from any insults you have on your tongue, lest you regret it,” the seven and a half foot tall master stated, tilting his head to the side briefly - but brief enough that the light within the building caused his horns to glimmer and his orange eyes to stand out even more. “My name is Brutias, though I am sure you and your clan know me more as Brutias The Warrior and the Harbringer of Death,” he stated, mostly to introduce himself but also partially to let the other know that he was not a master to cross. “If I agree to answer any questions you may have, will you answer mine?”