Jovian's POV:
I decided to hang around one of the nearby towns for the evening and see what fun I could get myself into. So once the sun had set, I headed out of the forest and into town. As I walked the streets, with my hands in my pockets and the bow and arrows on my back, I couldn't hold my smiles or chuckles as people passed me. I could see in their expressions and hear in their whispers that they questioned why I had the weapons on my back. Sometimes I would just say I was out hunting, or I wouldn't say anything at all. Once, I told someone that I needed protection. The look on their face when they heard that, as they looked over my fairly large and muscular body from all those years as a gladiator, that they didn't believe an ounce of what I had said.
I walked to one of the crosswa
