Octavian Varro keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Cane Corso who is thoughtful, slow to speak, and absolutely the last word in any room. Out near the council fountain, Octavian Varro keeps a small ritual that involves a rusted tag with half a name and a quiet bow. On busy market days Octavian Varro carries a pair of goggles claiming to see another layer of reality like a small flag, and stallkeepers nod as it passes. Octavian Varro thinks the right life is one good walk near the fountain steps in The Yard, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.