Post by Ike on May 19, 2007 20:52:25 GMT -5
Isaac marched smartly across the fortress courtyard towards the Armanian barracks. It was good to be back in a large army. The pay was secure, maybe not the best, but constant and that's what matters. His skill as an assassin would probably have him as a front line scout for a while, before they recognized his skill as a leader and he would create a band of raiders to wreak havoc on enemy lines.
He chuckled at this thought as he swung the door to the barracks open. It was hot and crowded in the big room. Simple cots and bunks lined the floor, and hammocks stretched between beams or walls. He spotted a quiet corner near the back of the room with an empty trunk and an unmade bed. He picked his way through the smoky room, packed with fighting beasts of all kinds. He was going to like this detail. He was going to like it a lot...
He chuckled at this thought as he swung the door to the barracks open. It was hot and crowded in the big room. Simple cots and bunks lined the floor, and hammocks stretched between beams or walls. He spotted a quiet corner near the back of the room with an empty trunk and an unmade bed. He picked his way through the smoky room, packed with fighting beasts of all kinds. He was going to like this detail. He was going to like it a lot...