Lord Brandon Von Trike

After Jackal was bound and carried off the stage, Thomas, Dag, Molly, and Eugene ran out of the waiting room through the backdoor. Since they weren't allowed to return to the stage area, they had to take the long way through the Colosseum's many hallways, uncaring of the servant who was begging them to stay so he could keep his job. As they got closer to the infirmary, where Jackal had been taken, they heard two voices conversing.

"What business do you have with my son?" A deep and very annoyed voice asked, half-threatening and half-curious.

"None," Thomas recognized Doevm's voice. "Now will you let me pass?"

The floor and walls shook. "Then tell me, what is a peasant like you doing down here?" The voice increased in volume. Thomas and the rest rounded the last corner to find a tall man, not skinny nor fat. Every part of him was covered in muscle that had been refined over the three or four decades of his life.