Pol is definitely not cut out for life as an arena fighter. It's always an exhausting business, and the bloodstains are an absolute b~!%& to remove. Still, it brings food to the table, and when Pol's only skill is with a scythe, it was either this, or
farming. And try as he could to deny it, there was a certain, euphoric charm to the whole business of fighting. Plus, he was good at it. Though again, there's the whole business with the bloodstains.
Recently, a few Nobs have been looking for Pol, chatting him up, buying him drinks (and new sets of clothes). He appreciates the clothes, but didn't care for the food. Fish eggs and mushrooms? Really? He'd rather have a good leg of mutton.