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Poor Drobius. He only wanted to live a quiet life--a little farming, a little fishing, raise a family; but that dream came to an end when he accidently insulted the wrong man. That man was Fractus Oracus, an expatriate mercenary from old Rome and the owner of a current losing streak as a duelist. Drobius shouldn't have been lingering in the 3rd Quarter district of Phyrra, and he shouldn't have been drinking in the Slaughtered Dragon Tavern, and he certainly shouldn't have been going on and on about how horrible the most recent duels have been--especially that Oracus match. Poor Drobius, the gentle life was over, and he now hides behind the Dueling Council's protection as a registered fighter. Fractus Oracus longs for the day they will meet in the Arena.