To Varius he would rather be in the arena cracking skulls and winning battles, this show of fashion and body to say the least was not something he wanted.  But he did not complain outwardly, thou he did hear the wives going on about Cecil.  What was so great about this guy thou he seemed to have gone through his fair share of wars and battles.  Eh, he didnt mind that much and kept to himself crossing his arms over his massive chest as he stared straight ahead and waited for the evening to be over.  He was not allowed to move, but to stand there and pose, thinking to himself on the words that the old dog had given him.  Join the brotherhood, hmm what did he mean by that, he wondered.