Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

"they were put on us before birth, mirwen."

germanicus did not sit for he had not earned the relaxation. his eyes were upon some distant and fixed point. there was no future he could envision, everything before him amorphous. each day was its own moment. 

each day belonged to cornelius, to aquillius, to valiria. that was as it must be.

he said no more.