but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
“Gods no,” Varus begins with a huff of a laugh (cut short by the weight of the crate as it’s lifted and they start moving). “I’m just a poor guy they roped in to help.” He doesn’t ask if Ronin is part of the crew, deducing it from the question asked and the fact they both have no idea how the fuck this ship is laid out let alone where to even go. So instead, he listens for any shouts from outside when they get squashed against the wall, stuck for the moment.
He grits his teeth and grumbles, “assholes,” before doing exactly what Ronin says and tries to pivot it, fingers digging into the wood to try and get more of a hold. Luckily, he holds most of the weight with his metal arm, the appendage covered with a long sleeve and a glove to keep from anyone asking too many questions. “Alright, alright, again!” He calls back once they’d reached another tight corner, wondering how the fuck the crew got all this down here in the first place.
He grits his teeth and grumbles, “assholes,” before doing exactly what Ronin says and tries to pivot it, fingers digging into the wood to try and get more of a hold. Luckily, he holds most of the weight with his metal arm, the appendage covered with a long sleeve and a glove to keep from anyone asking too many questions. “Alright, alright, again!” He calls back once they’d reached another tight corner, wondering how the fuck the crew got all this down here in the first place.
VARUS
