Standing upright after being knocked down, Brigga brushed off the dirt from his old leather armour and smiled. He'd been beaten by that strong woman, May, and hadnt realised that she had become leader of the tribe.

"It might be too late to bow now, but ill serve her as i served the last great leader of Gaul."
He said aloud as he walked down the cobbled streets of bretagne. Brigga made his way to his favourite place; the port of bretagne.

"Port May." He said. "Thats a nice welcome for the Archon."

Sitting by the boats at port, he looked out towards the land of Britons.

What a shame... He reminisced.
I may finally see you someday, Carol I of the Britons...

Sinking into old memories, he brought himself to at the sound of laughter in the tavern.

"Time for some beer!" He said, walking excitedly towards the cheering.