// not yet corpses, still we rot //
“Ready.” Varus replies easily, rolling out his shoulders – the metal arm taking a bit more of a loosening, working it with his other, fleshy hand. He knows what the Efas Herb is, he’s also very familiar with the labyrinth. There were times where he’d get lost in it on occasion – perhaps on purpose, on similar nights like this where he wished to wait out the war. But he wasn’t Ascended, then, and ironically had ended up in the sister (or mother?) of this Labyrinth as a result of the previous war.
For now, though, Varus settles on his heels, gaze flickering to Wessex and whomever else decides to join them. He’s got a little bag attached to his belt, one with a few supplies but also room to carry the herb should they find one.
For now, though, Varus settles on his heels, gaze flickering to Wessex and whomever else decides to join them. He’s got a little bag attached to his belt, one with a few supplies but also room to carry the herb should they find one.
VARUS
