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Makes sense, lotta pressure on your shoulders. Valdemar notes it, but it is far from a bad thing. Arbiter wears the badge of leadership well—he figures that even if she weren’t at the helm, the work would never end for her. Eventually she’d be at the top. That’s just the sorta vibes he got.
Sure, rain never hurt me before. Doubt it would today, he jests, and gestures for her to lead the way. As for her interest in his future? Well, Valdemar basically explained that bit to the little miss already, and doesn’t see any harm in being open about it.
Wanted to join Legion here to settle down a bit. I was with a nomadic pack before, we never really stopped movin’. The life was fun, but it ain’t me anymore. So my future here? I’m hopin’ to do my part, see where I fit—chase out anyone who doesn’t, and maybe find someone to start a family with.
How ‘bout you? What do you want outta Legion? Outta us loyal subjects.