The floors beneath the work rooms are full of offices for particular positions. Kostos points them out, vaguely, en route to the one that would belong to the quartermaster, if they had one.
Inside are crates and cases. He pulls one off a stack—with effort, being of somewhat smaller arms than Gannicus—and sets it heavily in front of the man. One of many to follow, for each piece of the— ]
[He pokes through, until he finds a set that looks like it would fit him. He crinkles his nose up a bit, and holds it to his chest. He doesn't particularly like the concept of a uniform, but he'll wear pieces and parts of it, at least.]
[ Kostos watches him consider the uniform. A touch of interest, a touch of resentment. Why does he get to be tall and muscled? Kostos wants to be tall and muscled. ]
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[ means no, and, ]
Some people offer lessons,
[ means but I don't.
The floors beneath the work rooms are full of offices for particular positions. Kostos points them out, vaguely, en route to the one that would belong to the quartermaster, if they had one.
Inside are crates and cases. He pulls one off a stack—with effort, being of somewhat smaller arms than Gannicus—and sets it heavily in front of the man. One of many to follow, for each piece of the— ]
Uniforms. See if you can find your size.
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This will do.
Weapons?
a bajillion years later
In the armory. What do you fight with?