Big Pig and his bulldog (36mm)

11:30pm.

The now famous Big Pig is in service and working in the city of Lugdunum's slums. This huge, bubbling and majestic city, former capital of the Gauls, which has become a symbol of trade and international commerce, is the local Governor's and Archbishops pride- both important figures of local authority.
But Lugdunum is also a rat's nest of deceit and illegal trades of all sort. Bandits, brigands, rogues and rabble of all sort thrive in the dingy shops and other taverns, each of them more ill-reputed and to be avoided than the next. The petty thieving and other crimes were organized in groups, which included women and children, so much so that certain nobles organized to have these criminals, who spent days looting markets and tormenting honest people, protected.
The militia, quickly rounded up, had started its neighborhood "cleaning" operations, in everyone's plain sight and the total indifference of the Governor and the Archbishop.
as soon as the last torches were doused, a neighborhood war started every night. Sometimes the poor target for the night was only guilty of being penniless, but his fate was still sealed with a savage relish.
The all too aptly named Big Pig excelled in the art of killing men, beating women and terrorizing children, he found in it a sort of personal growth which, despite being wrong, satisfied him. Always accompanied by his dog, a bastard boxer which was just as ruthless as his master, and armed with a hand crossbow the bolts of which could drop a man at over 30 meters, he meted out justice according to his mood and thoughts of the moment. He was known and feared by all.
11:30pm. Unceasingly, Big Pig left to go pour out his hatred on the streets, but in the name of security and morals, and woe betide whoever he didn't like, for a reason which was generally not understood by the rare observers.