i say i'd do it all again, but i hate paying for my sins
A notice board post will most certainly capture his attention when it starts with defenses. And so Varus, ever the helpful, diligent man he likes to think that he is, makes it a point to arrive and help out. He arrives without much flare aside from the glittering metal arm and a bright smile aimed right at Wessex upon his approach.
“Lookin’ fierce, Wes.” He comments with a nod, stepping up to inspect the mace with a curious eye, metal fingers tapping against the spikes of the mace with a quiet clang, before he’s withdrawing to stand by for whatever tasks are suggested, however he can go about making himself useful.
“Lookin’ fierce, Wes.” He comments with a nod, stepping up to inspect the mace with a curious eye, metal fingers tapping against the spikes of the mace with a quiet clang, before he’s withdrawing to stand by for whatever tasks are suggested, however he can go about making himself useful.
VARUS
