Octavius
Octavius notes Koa's reaction to his arrival, but takes care not to react in turn. He doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of his officer, of course. Not that Koa seems to mind. Surprisingly to Octavius, Koa begins to explain his plan and organization of tasks with professionalism and confidence. He listens intently, then mulls over the choices. The Dragoon barracks back at the city gates' tower had once been used as emergency housing for military during the war, so they were pretty uncomfortable and clearly not meant to last.
To be quite honest, Octavius is missing the comforts of the Belefort estate and yearns to make this place more like home in that way. However, the mention of renovating the prison cells also piques his interest. He wants to know what the cells in the Needle had been like before, though he is nervous to find out. Perhaps this is naive of him, but he feels the need to ensure the new ones would be, at the very least, moderately comfortable for the people who were to stay there. An image of the elderly man facing Sergeant Henriks flashes in his mind, and he wills it away to focus on the task at hand.
"I will work with Grond to renovate the prison cells," he says, raising a hand and stepping forward. He scans the crowd of workers, and Grond nods to Octavius, stepping up to join him. He is an older man with whitish hair and a mustache, tall and round, expression serious and no nonsense. Hopefully, he would be amenable to Octavius' ideas.
To be quite honest, Octavius is missing the comforts of the Belefort estate and yearns to make this place more like home in that way. However, the mention of renovating the prison cells also piques his interest. He wants to know what the cells in the Needle had been like before, though he is nervous to find out. Perhaps this is naive of him, but he feels the need to ensure the new ones would be, at the very least, moderately comfortable for the people who were to stay there. An image of the elderly man facing Sergeant Henriks flashes in his mind, and he wills it away to focus on the task at hand.
"I will work with Grond to renovate the prison cells," he says, raising a hand and stepping forward. He scans the crowd of workers, and Grond nods to Octavius, stepping up to join him. He is an older man with whitish hair and a mustache, tall and round, expression serious and no nonsense. Hopefully, he would be amenable to Octavius' ideas.
i could stop dreaming and start believing in forever and ever and ever again
