"Thanks," Juras said, and shot her a grin as he took a swig of his ale. There was still plenty left in the jug! The drinking had been slowed down by other concerns.
"And yeah, some of those guys are real monsters. I'd know, I'm The Executioner's next-door neighbor."
The Executioner was an infamous volunteer gladiator. A start-up, like Juras, but a start-up willing to spill endless amounts of blood to please both the crowd and himself. His favored weapon was a guillotine blade fastened to a haft, with a spike chain in his free hand.
"Most of us are just trying to make it big, though, or make a living."