1/24/2026, 1:03 AM
i will not know until i do well or until a bone breaks,seutonius shot back with a dry tone. the warrior-woman scrutinized him in the way of a general choosing who might be thrown into the fray. in rejoin, he became a stiff-spined soldier at attention.
at any other time, the roman might have felt annoyance; now he was amused by their meeting, freed by their banter. chin lifting to say that gjalla should lead the way, his mind leapt back to old hunting strategies for large game.
spreading each proverbial map against the terrain, seutonius gathered several motions into his mind, moving when gjalla did, setting his jaw against the rattle of pain that reverberated through the injury.
but the small limp did not deepen.
