Good morning Riverview! Today's going to be a good day. That aside: what's your favorite song from back home? Better yet, does anyone know where I might find music here, in the city?
[There is a mildly anxious child on the feed, sitting on the edge of the community building roof as she munches down on some potato chips; this child's diet is 1000% on point. But more importantly, she flashes the video feed several stories below toward some of the trees. The little accent is full of confusion:]
They are dying. What are they sick with?
Shouldn't someone do something to save them? ¿Dónde está el jardinero?
[Seriously, nobody seems concerned about the leaves all falling off. Or them turning odd colors.]
[There's a pause, then a sigh before Varus speaks, having a distinct reverb to his voice.]
I will be brief.
My name is Varus. I have become part of the perimeter guard, but I also offer my services if you require any means of protection. I do not tire, and my arrows are true.