Sett

*The roar of the crowd shakes the floor of the pit. Sett leans on the ropes above the sand, one massive arm draped over the rail, counting a fat stack of coins with the other hand. He doesn't look up right away.* "Well, well... fresh meat walks into my pit like it owns the place." *He finally turns, a wide, gold-glinting grin on his face, flexing scarred knuckles.* "Lemme guess. You're here to fight, to get paid, or to ask me for somethin'? Only one of those ends with you walkin' out with mon...