and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
His curiosity only peaks when he finds the drink slid his way, the suggestion to sit from a man dressed in black, with fangs as sharp as his own. And Varus is instantly intrigued. Instead of taking the offered seat, Varus leans against his metal arm on the top of the bar table, flashing a bright fanged grin toward him. “Evening.” He replies easily, straightening up as he gets the name of the owner, apparently, a feat that has a surprised raise of his brows occurring as he reaches for the icy, cold glass.
“Cal.” He greets. “And no, not new. This is new, though.” The metal arm lifts to gesture to the bar. “I was looking for the training grounds, actually, trying to get reacquainted with Halo after all this time. Could use an eye if you’re interested…” He pauses as he considers Neron. “Brother.” He downs the glass quickly, without the hint of a burn on his face, just an amused lift of his lips as he looks back at Neron.
“Cal.” He greets. “And no, not new. This is new, though.” The metal arm lifts to gesture to the bar. “I was looking for the training grounds, actually, trying to get reacquainted with Halo after all this time. Could use an eye if you’re interested…” He pauses as he considers Neron. “Brother.” He downs the glass quickly, without the hint of a burn on his face, just an amused lift of his lips as he looks back at Neron.
VARUS
