"I should join this Guard of yours, then. I have a brother and a son here, and a few friends. I would not like to think of any of them, or of any of the kind people I have spoken to since I came here, in danger from the monstrous creatures I met in the tunnels or the Colosseum."

He thinks about his own offer, for a moment. Fëanorions have the reputation for being. . . well. . .as much wolf as guard dog! But that was in another world, and now is a different time. Besides, Sans doesn't know about any of that.

Of course, blowing up buildings may not be the best item to have on your resumé. . . but, hey, nobody's perfect.

"Do you think they would take me? I have been a warrior all my life and have many skills. Not only fighting skills. I am a weapons smith as well."