The familiar voice had Othello's head turning after his brutal display against his wooden foe a familiar smirk on his face, "Tor! Friend come here let me get a look at you!"

The equally big Gifted man sunk his axe deep into the remaining bits of the wooden dummy remembering that even though himself and Torsten had finished relatively in last at the tournament the pair had totally wrecked some summoned creatures.

Othello didn't care about folks staring at him and he always wondered why should he? He had been marked a suspicious man since his birth because his family was Gifted. He had been marked with suspicion his whole life so he walked tall and carried a big axe people were to cowardly to ever act stupid with him anyways, because even though he'd been tamed by the Huntsman Othello had that flip of a switch attitude. He could laugh with them one minute and punch them the next.

"Where have you been friend? I haven't seen much of you since the tourney, I have my own place now!"

The volley of questions had Othello momentarily caught off guard but he recovered quickly, "I did, little place, modest and it's beside the Van Zants place...if you know them," he beamed, "it's been nice not being cramped into such close quarters with the Huntsman," he moved closer to whisper, "between us friend, she's a big snorer," she wasn't but she had complained about Othello's terrible 'wake the dead' snoring, "No leash just a collar now," he let a finger ting off the gold collar around his neck, the biggest thread that had kept Othello obedient for so long, "annnnywaaays," he said in a sing song way to move on, "Kat Winters and this Abbott fellow helped me find it. Benji likes it already ... So that's all that matters."

Othello laughed, "Free man is a nice way of putting it Tor," he would clap his friend on the back, "stop buttering me up pal, if my head were to get any bigger I won't be able to leave the palace, plus house warming party, you are invited. Its small. Just a few folks I've come to...care about here, kept me from doing bad things I could potentially get into," he was staring at Tor as if willing the young man to say yes.

"Good! Good! You'll need to only bring," Othello fished around in his tunic pockets before pulling a bag of coins, "Get something for a lady in her late twenties, anything, don't matter, this will cover it yes?"

Othello actually wrapped the young man into a big hug, "Good! Good! Thank you Tor, I promise you'll have a great time buddy, I'll send a invite when it's close," he let go and clapped Tor on the shoulders, "keep your head up okay kiddo, I expect to see you around more bud. I've got to go, even the Champion has his orders."

The large Gifted man would turn and go, tall and straight without a care in the world.