He was now living his dream he was a newly minted gladiator… well if he could be called a gladiator since he hadn’t been even able to step on the stand for a serious match. He hadn’t waited for this, waited while training and when it actually came to it, came to that moment where he might get his first match the arena was closed due to the war. He just see to wait a little more right? What was a few more days in the grand scheme of things. To wash away the distaste for the moment he’d gone to a tavern with a bard. To say he was loudly trying to sing along, fumbling the majority of the words was an understatement. Yannis couldn’t help but excitedly join in “encore, encore!” Yannis didn’t want them to stop not now.

Yannis and Motley, Clan Sunsharp’s leisure coordinators in the Welfare Ward and probably the only people who know how to get their uptight clanmates to cut loose every once in a while.