It might be. But if you find me a big rock, I'll break it just to make you feel better.

[A shrug at the comment, and Herc takes a swig of whatever he'd been drinking. Some sort of sweet juice, probably. It was cold, and that was what mattered.]

And you'd be surprised. I've had relatively little fighting since I arrived. A few villagers, an evil magical chicken, and Emperor Nero. But that at least was a spar.