Crixus: Doiros was the brother I held closest to me. He was a fierce warrior, as was my father and all before us. I watched as they all fell beneath the spears of the Arverni, my hand yet too small to pick up sword. I was forced to serve. To bow and scrape. First of all to the shits that took my family. And then to the Romans they sold me to. Not a day passes where I do not dream of honoring the dead in blood and victory. Auctus is the first life I've ever taken in battle. He will not be forgotten.