Trajan Varro is a Cane Corso of no club, stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. Out near the mushroom farms, Trajan Varro keeps a small ritual that involves a jar of plastic cards from a flooded mall and a quiet bow. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Trajan Varro near the Soft Hill, mostly because nobody wants to lose. Trajan Varro suspects the old world left at least one good question lying around with that exact name written on it.