Commodus is the sort of Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. On most mornings Commodus can be found near the flooded market halls, doing very little and calling it research. At the swamp shrine, lookouts say Commodus can sense weather changes before the clouds commit to one. Commodus suspects the old world left at least one good question lying around with that exact name written on it. Academic detail: Finished pup school with a 2.32 GBS (Gud Boy Scale), a perfectly average grade earned in mostly above average ways.