Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
Sam nodded slowly, finding some kind of peace in that. Maybe the Wilds would stay again this time, a preserved relic of time forever. A part of Caido not in the crosshairs of the war.
The gourds were swarming, but by now Sam was so used to them being around his ankles that it didn't really bother him; he studied a leaf with his fingers for a moment, impressed by it's colour, before swinging a leg to kick more gourds down the holes. Looking to Varus, he smiled as the man laughed. "Oh. Is um...is anyone else that joined then still around?" The answer would probably be depressing, but Sam was always eager to meet older Ascended.
"Skills? I mean, obviously your arm must be strong, but what can you do?" He asked, unaware of the man's job and pleasantly curious.
