honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
There are a few things that Varus picks up on quickly. One, a fire that’s taken out the place he’s staying. A fire that’s endangered someone he’s growing quite close to. A fire that’s taken the lives of two bystanders within it.
The second thing, is that he knows a thing or two about bribing someone to leave their room earlier than planned.
The third? Well, he certainly couldn’t let it slide without finding out what was happening. Luckily for him it’s easy to remain hidden in a room you haven’t used. It’s easy to remain secret in a place that nobody expects you to be. He feels like he’s getting back in the swing of things, even if it’s three hundred years late.
She grabs this… Black wool sack from a panel in the wall and freezes, and Varus is patiently waiting in the shadows of the room, quiet as a mouse, still as a statue – he doesn’t need to breathe, has no room for those sorts of hindrances.
He’s careful to remain as quiet as he can, straightening up, the metal arm a slight glimmer in the light that filters in from the drawn curtains. A knife is drawn, slowly, carefully, and he flings it at the bag – avoiding her completely, but aiming for the sack that holds whatever it is she seeks.
The second thing, is that he knows a thing or two about bribing someone to leave their room earlier than planned.
The third? Well, he certainly couldn’t let it slide without finding out what was happening. Luckily for him it’s easy to remain hidden in a room you haven’t used. It’s easy to remain secret in a place that nobody expects you to be. He feels like he’s getting back in the swing of things, even if it’s three hundred years late.
She grabs this… Black wool sack from a panel in the wall and freezes, and Varus is patiently waiting in the shadows of the room, quiet as a mouse, still as a statue – he doesn’t need to breathe, has no room for those sorts of hindrances.
He’s careful to remain as quiet as he can, straightening up, the metal arm a slight glimmer in the light that filters in from the drawn curtains. A knife is drawn, slowly, carefully, and he flings it at the bag – avoiding her completely, but aiming for the sack that holds whatever it is she seeks.
VARUS
