Saxa

Saxa was ready, she had missed out on the last mission due to her loyalty to Agron, but this time she would go. She needed a fill of Roman blood and knew it was bound to happen this time. She sat quietly on the steps of the building they were currently occupying and sharpened her daggers. She had pulled them from the dead and decided they were excellent weapons, they curved just right to cause the damage she so rightly loved and they were small and light. She sharpened their edges and cleaned them with care, she knew it seemed strange to have such an affection for weapons but that was who she was. 

Her eyes flicked over to Agron, the man looked deep in conversation with the Syrian, Nasir she remembered his name to be. She hd seem them getting closer and stealing tender moments when they thought nobody was watching, although lately they were more open about their affections. The pair made Saxa smile fondly, she had yet to form a connection with anybody here, sure she had slept with some, but none could keep her mind occupied. Except Gannicus, her focus shifted to the blonde who was also sharpening his weapon. She had slept with him a few times and found him to be good company outside of the bedroom, but her real feelings were unsure and she didn't want to push it, especially with how risky the situation they were going into was.