gladly feast on all those who would dare to try and subdue us
Anju arrives home too late.
The Tower is rubble. The dead are numerous. Faces that she knew in life that will now haunt her in death. She should have been here. She is a Dragoon, a soldier, a woman whose life has admittedly held little meaning beyond her sword. And by virtue of timing and the vastness of Caido, she is too late, and now she stands silent and ashamed in the crowd. Watching as others take up where she should have.
Her voice doesn’t rise to propose candidacy to anything. She is no diplomat or spy. Anju’s worth lies in her sword arm alone. So instead she nods quietly in appreciation that Ronin steps to the plate, a man who she respects and has no qualms with following, and she tries to grapple with where she belongs now in the wake of this travesty.
The Tower is rubble. The dead are numerous. Faces that she knew in life that will now haunt her in death. She should have been here. She is a Dragoon, a soldier, a woman whose life has admittedly held little meaning beyond her sword. And by virtue of timing and the vastness of Caido, she is too late, and now she stands silent and ashamed in the crowd. Watching as others take up where she should have.
Her voice doesn’t rise to propose candidacy to anything. She is no diplomat or spy. Anju’s worth lies in her sword arm alone. So instead she nods quietly in appreciation that Ronin steps to the plate, a man who she respects and has no qualms with following, and she tries to grapple with where she belongs now in the wake of this travesty.
