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The riders passed the Gates of the city and headed for the Training Fields. The sound of Taralon disappeared behind them as they rode and the silence of the wilderness surrounded the group.
The Vagaran frowned a bit when he heard the woman saying she wanted to learn how to use a sword by watching his men training. Then he shrugged and remembered himself that the best commander didn't always know how to hold a weapon, it was a matter of logic and perpective.
"So tell me, m'lady. Do you by any means know how to lead men in battle? The Provincial Army is in need of Officers and I am eagerly searching for them everywhere. As I found out, the woodsmen give good sergeants but they lack the view to become Officers."
A few minutes passed and they started hearing the sound of marching feet, steel against steel and random barking. They were getting close.
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"Our noblest thoughts are our very first and our very last." Battle Honors: 1
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