Cheyne worked quickly , his hands doing the work they 'd done so many times before , spreading the still - steaming entrails out before him and reading their messages . They had much to say . Cheyne 's face grew ashen , a coldness rising within him as he took the message in . The bloody mass before him spoke of nothing less than legend .

Choices: + Boxer + Slave + Warrior + None of the above choices .
Q: What is Cheyne 's most likely occupation ?
Warrior