fight, because you don't know how to die quietly
Varus is a little late, focusing on restocking the barracks where he could yet again, that when he finally gets around to getting to the Town Hall on his list of things to do, he rushes in swiftly to take a seat beside Isla and flash all of the parties an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” He mutters, reaching over with his metal hand to squeeze Isla’s hand, even as his gaze lifts to Wessex. “Well, welcome back General.” He tosses a wink Wessex’s way before an easy nod to Sunjata is given.
“It has.” Varus murmurs, before his attention returns back to Wessex as if she might give them all a heads up of what it was like, a little story time if she wished it to be.
“It has.” Varus murmurs, before his attention returns back to Wessex as if she might give them all a heads up of what it was like, a little story time if she wished it to be.
VARUS
