Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

He had said he was a ranger, and to ranging he would go it seemed. He cast his head back a bit, blowing water out of his eyes.

In that moment, perhaps, he resembled more pouting wet rat of an emo teenager than he was soldier, but the image dissipated as he pushed himself into a standing position, sludging a little deeper into the water to let it lap at his scarred shoulder.

A day or two, at most. He kept an ear towards Makono as he turned to duck his shoulder, well aware she was on his blinded side.