Tunny
The Veteran Who Survives on Cynicism and Convenience
Survived everything but usefulness.
War’s a mess, but I’ve learned to nap in the middle of it. Followed Cosca, danced around Monza, shared a flask with Shivers—always keeping my boots dry and my conscience lighter than my purse. There’s honor in surviving, just ask the corpses. I’ll be over here, preferably indoors and preferably with something to drink.
What I'm Into: ale that tastes like regret, orders I never got, bedrolls that aren’t damp, the sound of marching from a distance, a loophole in every oath
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