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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1275194" data-attributes="member: 8623">During the return from the caves Octar, carrying the head of the young neanderthal, seems to imitate Marcus in every paticularity- with the noticiable difference that his gloom does not lift when they reach Sevastapol.&nbsp; Although he takes part in the clean clothes and good food as a matter of course, it is the wine which interests him, and the attractive women he forgoes entirely.&nbsp; He expresses no interest in any part of the treasure.His initial binge, likely passed off as part of the celebration, gives way to a more gradual descent beginning each day around late morning, when Octar stirs from his bed, and ending with him either collapsing in his bed or passing out quietly in the corner of the inn.&nbsp; It is more than likely that Marcus benefits from Octar's lowered guard during their practice bouts, although Octar is more focused- perhaps &quot;present&quot; is the word- during those times than anytime else.Every day or so, disregarding the danger of wandering Orcs, Octar will take his horse, his weapons, and a handful of wineskins and go for a ride.&nbsp; He returns as late as several minutes to an hour after dark on some days, his wineskins empty.&nbsp; Although the majority of his discipline has slipped, Octar still maintains his weapons on a regular basis, his Roman training showing in their careful maitenance.&nbsp; During the cleaning and sharpening itself he seems to be disconnected with the world, and afterwards his gloom remains.Late one night, after a week in Sevastapol, Octar beckons Brioc over to his corner of the inn.&nbsp; He is deep in his cups, as is usual for the hour.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1275194, member: 8623"] During the return from the caves Octar, carrying the head of the young neanderthal, seems to imitate Marcus in every paticularity- with the noticiable difference that his gloom does not lift when they reach Sevastapol. Although he takes part in the clean clothes and good food as a matter of course, it is the wine which interests him, and the attractive women he forgoes entirely. He expresses no interest in any part of the treasure. His initial binge, likely passed off as part of the celebration, gives way to a more gradual descent beginning each day around late morning, when Octar stirs from his bed, and ending with him either collapsing in his bed or passing out quietly in the corner of the inn. It is more than likely that Marcus benefits from Octar's lowered guard during their practice bouts, although Octar is more focused- perhaps "present" is the word- during those times than anytime else. Every day or so, disregarding the danger of wandering Orcs, Octar will take his horse, his weapons, and a handful of wineskins and go for a ride. He returns as late as several minutes to an hour after dark on some days, his wineskins empty. Although the majority of his discipline has slipped, Octar still maintains his weapons on a regular basis, his Roman training showing in their careful maitenance. During the cleaning and sharpening itself he seems to be disconnected with the world, and afterwards his gloom remains. Late one night, after a week in Sevastapol, Octar beckons Brioc over to his corner of the inn. He is deep in his cups, as is usual for the hour. [/QUOTE]

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