Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
Sam had been on what was meant to be a peaceful walk, quite determined to put thoughts of the war or having to be prepared out of his mind, when Varus had co-opted his down time to be some sort of strange gourd-based training exercise. He'd followed along because he'd never been good at saying no (and the man had a somewhat frightening robot arm), but he was clearly displeased about it, hands shoved into his pockets as he trudged along behind Varus.
"Yeah...what do you think the holes are for, though?" He asked, leaning over one, curious enough to break his sullen silence. They seemed too big to be the result of a burrowing animal, but too ramshackle and messy to be human-made. "What if kicking them down there makes them more powerful somehow?"
