The troops made their way to the center barracks. Outside was a armor clad man. He was tall, sun kissed faced and had short dark hair and a thin sharp mustache and a just as thin goatee. He wasnt old he around the age of lictoral. His armor was light but strong. He had a small white cape with a Balpo blue crest that went down only to his waist. His black leather belt wrapped around him and held a slightly curved blade with a ornate handle, obviously stolen or looted from a Talimar officer. A dagger was on the other side of the belt. A sense of authority beamed off the man as the troops stopped in front of him.
The man gave a common speech about the purpose of the war. He has a demanding voice which struck the group odd because his gentle yellowish green eyes spoke entirely of a different person. But his scars on his face spoke of a even different person. This man was an interesting one. Soon the speech was over and the group was lead into the barracks along with other special troops. The halls were dark save the torches and the stone was very cold. Soon they reached an inner more hallway. It was carpeted and had a few windows, but nothing fancy. Theu passed a door that lead to the mess hall. The voices of soldiers could be heard from it.
The group stopped at a hallway that split into two separate hallways, a door in the middle, it was a rest room the older soldiers said. On the left the men were to go to bunk on the left the women. The majority of the troop were men due to old unused beleive that were now seen as wrong but still had a slight grasp on Talimar and Balpo society. Much much more on the Talimar though. It was strictly lectured out to the troops that if they found a man on the Womans side or vice versa harsh punishment would be met with the violater.
Jodie, rose, nikko, and Yesha went to the right as the others went to the left. Damrel nudged Satar, "so.. What do you think so far?" Satar shrugged, "I think there might actually be a point to that brothel now." Conner heard the conversation and laughed. Lictoral snickered and they continued down the hall until they made there way into a large stone room with small stained glass windows and rows and rows of bunks, all with it's individual chest.
The guys got settled fast and stored away there belongings. It was now that they noticed the unique scent of the barracks, it was as if someone was trying to cover up the natural scent of a cramped stone room with that of a flowery meadow. Satar sniffed, "lilac."
Lol keep updating! By the way dittle can I be in it? It would be an honor if so. You are such a good writer.
Damsel nudged satar, "I heard a few of the men are going to check out this brothel, and get some drinks on the way, you coming?" Satar nodded, "I don't see why not." He took his axe off his back and dropped it in the chest, "best not scare the locals."