As the proprietor of a fifties (that is, 50s BC) night club, where guests listen to Rock 'n Roll bards, leaving their menhirs at the coat-check for two bronze coins, he has set up a traffic in golden sickles on behalf of the crooked Prefect, Surplus Dairiprodus. Responsible for the kidnapping of Metallurgix, he is not above threatening violent revenge on the poor innkeeper of the "Merry Arvenian", who was unfortunate enough to witness the crime.