roll the dice - open; visiting hall of kings

[ARVID R.]

Wow. Although he had been part of the pair encouraging Sojourn to destroy the statues, Arvid had to admit that he was a bit caught off guard when she actually did. Still, he couldn't say that he felt too much remorse about it. From the way that the kingpin talked about them, it was clear that they hadn't meant much in the grand scheme of things. He hadn't even known them – why care about a pair of unfeeling statues? Instead, his gaze just gleamed with interest as he took a step back, more fascinated by Sojourn's elementals than anything else. After a moment of brief silence, the dire wolf found himself muttering, "...You're right. We are here, and they aren't. It seems a bit silly to have monuments to the dead. Not like they'll ever see it." They were dead. Their lives were over, and they wouldn't be making any more actions to benefit the group. What was the point of erecting statues in their honor? Really, all it told him about them was that they had both been rather self-obsessed, and he didn't exactly see that as a positive.

He was about to turn and go, figuring he should give Sojourn some space, when someone else arrived. Someone who Arvid hadn't even met yet, but also someone who was evidently displeased with the statues being beheaded. The dire wolf's opinion of Romulus was immediately soured by the other snarling at Sojourn, however. That was the leader that had allowed him in, and given him a group of others to live happily alongside. What right did he have to snarl in her face? With dark ears pinning back against his skull, the canine found himself barking, "I agree with Aphra. Who cares what they did? They're dead now, and no monument is going to change that. Without Sojourn, this group wouldn't even be alive still – a group without a leader is a group without purpose. If you want to live in a group where you can worship at the feet of those who are gone, then go and make your own." He couldn't help the way that he bristled, glaring at Romulus alongside Aphra. Sojourn had every right to tear the statues down – this was the Hall of Kings, and nowadays? She was the king.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass