When the carriage slowed to a stop, Varius stepped out. His steps land with a thud as the soul beneath would settle around his sandals. Varius looked amongst the other volunteers being one of them to come along for access to the Republic but also to lose his ties to where he comes from, his armor Eastern make with old military insignias horribly and deliberately scratched up. Varius looked towards the village. “So the undead decided to rise again, probably by someone’s call?” Varius asked curiously as his eyes scanned the surroundings, of the village. “Nan Gau… is where she hailed from.” Varius whispered to himself as he sighed with a shudder of past sadness. Flashes of his duel flashing in his mind, the betrayal he felt, in himself and his own people he fought for. He hated them, and wanted a new home. His stature changed as he moved from the carriage. As he’d glance back at the others. “I am Varius Interitus… I am a former Militant of the Eastern Empire. I am here to provide aid as long as I am allowed. I wish to show I’m a Lion from a herd of sheep.”