"I can't believe all you do is read and go to the gym." Therod who had become Rolando's personal bodyguard/minder was amazed at how little he did in a given day.
"I have no useful skill to the general public, I'm in the military, but not currently assigned a task and I'm extremely dangerous, all I can do is work out and read, I could probably even skip the work out and I might be able to be free, no one is afraid of a fat guy." Rolando didn't even know why he needed a minder in Sanctuary, he was shackled, there was anti magical crap everywhere and a ton of guards. It was really confusing.
"Can't you impart your wisdom or something to other hounds?"
"What would I tell them? Uhh shift in stick the guy with a needle and then wait for men to shackle you back up? I have a unique skill Therod." She harumphed, she did that a lot that Rolando noticed.
"I just believe you should do more with your talents Lieutenant."
"I agree Sergeant, but until command sees fit to have me do something I read and I work out it's all I do."
"Well watch a movie or something watching you read something is boring to me!" Rolando smiled and Therod left. He wanted to do something as well, anything aside from what he was doing, but he had long ago come to understand because of what he was he would never have the freedom others did. And he shouldn't because of the danger he presented to others. It was something he could never convince his father of, that being he completely accepted he was a dangerous magic user who like any very dangerous thing, should be kept under lock and key. And so he read and worked out and Therod had her conversations with him that ultimately told him he should do more. These went on for a month until the Detective showed up and then things got more interesting. And dangerous.
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