When Aelius seemed uninterested in fighting Victor Shiedman, his brutish uncle shrugged and raised his hand to volunteer.
"I accept the challenge!" Gorn declared, his voice echoing over the pier.
The people around Gorn immediately began to make room for him to pass, like a huge school of fish making room for a shark to pass.
Gorn's posture was imposing, his bulging muscles and unshakable confidence showing that he was no ordinary opponent. He had a beard and black hair. He also had yellow eyes that complemented the gold details on his black armor, and a knight's cloak was strapped to his shoulder blades. But these details were only superficial, there was something more, something Victor couldn't see yet. Gorn was probably a warrior who made his living as a bounty hunter.
