Tycondrius worked with Januarius in the past... back when they both fought under the banner of the Bannok of Kasydon's Brazen Guard Collective.
Along with the late Karodin of Emberhold, the leader of Guild Metal Wolf advocated falling under Tycon's command to combat the traps and hostile dead in the Lower Halls of the Dead Serpent.
"Decanus Januarius," Tycon nodded to the man in the metal wolf helmet... taking particular note of the condition of his left forearm, "Is that your best impression of Commander Bannok?"
Januarius cradled what remained of his arm. Hints of dried blood marred the bandages.
He said nothing.
If the state of Guild Metal Wolf could be assumed from the state of their leader, then Coraline was right to send Beatrice to seek Tycon's assistance. Concerning Januarius' labored breathing and the way his body trembled, it was also likely that he'd taken fever.
Januarius - “And how is the Lone Shadowdark?”
Tycon - “Ah, were you two close?”
Januarius - “I have great respect for his badass metal wolf.”
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It’s not often that the Author can end chapters properly on badass one-liners. Feels good.