Salt muttered to herself as she flexed her arm, massaging her forearm and tracing the new ropy scar under her leathers as she approached the Dragoon training fields with several training swords in tow.
“Always the Moltens, those mangy felines…” she grumbled. Her complaints were primarily spurred on by the training pack’s weight—which felt nearly twice as heavy as it had before her previous assignment.
“Back to square one…” she exhaled through her nose.
At the entrance to the grounds, with its many soldiers coming and going, she walked up to a sentry and stopped about 5 feet away, not quite in the mood for niceties.
“Hey you,” she started, gesturing past him. “Word in town is that we can actually start scuffing some boots here, is that right?”
“Always the Moltens, those mangy felines…” she grumbled. Her complaints were primarily spurred on by the training pack’s weight—which felt nearly twice as heavy as it had before her previous assignment.
“Back to square one…” she exhaled through her nose.
At the entrance to the grounds, with its many soldiers coming and going, she walked up to a sentry and stopped about 5 feet away, not quite in the mood for niceties.
“Hey you,” she started, gesturing past him. “Word in town is that we can actually start scuffing some boots here, is that right?”
