the centuries fade below my feet

Luck. Luck
The roman almost scoffed, but kept a smirk as a default expression, to sedate the thrall of power he felt.
Luck. Lucius did not believe in luck. He believed in the will of Jupiter.
But he would play this man's games.

"That's good news to hear, thanks. As far of my abilities, I would say I am of a Warrior bloodline, one untained by any other line, but Warden. So far, I have also hone my Gamekeeper skills, as well. I confess, I am not one who is great at speech or wording, so I would make a poor ambassador, but I do follow my orders, and I follow them well."

The moment the charcoal pelted lupine tell him he was in luck, he knew immediately that the creamy russet was attempting to recruit him. He smelled of multiple wolves, and in all honesty?
Lucius was kinda glad he asked.