and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
“Well, we can start with working on strength and core things so you can get the bag to move.” He suggests, eyeing the potter with a curious oceanic gaze. He steps forward, arms unfolding from his chest to greet Amun a bit more face to face. “Name’s Cal.” He offers with a nod of his head, flashing a toothy grin of greeting, revealing his fangs easily.
“I’ve just recently woken up from quite a long nap. So I suppose you could say I’ve recently returned too.” He offers with a soft laugh, stepping closer to view the bag of sand, reaching out with his metal hand to push at it, watching as it moves slightly. It’s a heavy bag, though. “We’ll need to start with smaller weights.” He hums thoughtfully, turning to focus on Amun.
“I’ve just recently woken up from quite a long nap. So I suppose you could say I’ve recently returned too.” He offers with a soft laugh, stepping closer to view the bag of sand, reaching out with his metal hand to push at it, watching as it moves slightly. It’s a heavy bag, though. “We’ll need to start with smaller weights.” He hums thoughtfully, turning to focus on Amun.
VARUS
