Anari sighs and leans for his quill and parchment and begins to write slowly, remembering things more and more as he writes...Regular Tiberius 'ad ter postpone t' Trainin' 'cause of 'is dodgey knee or somethin'... wha'ever i' was, I was allowed ter go on an 'un' ter t' Orc For' wi' some recrui's ter pass t' time until t' trainin' session a' t' Eigth hour.
Scratches his chin wondering if tiberius will be okaySo, we wen' ter t' for' an' when we arrived there was a Bru'e on i's way ter t' Barracks ! Naturally we bashed i', bu' fer some reason, Recrui' Nasheim seemed vereh taken wi' it's stinkin' corpse... odd. He seemed t' think i' was goin' ter ge' up again a' any minu'e...
When we wen' inside t' stench was almost unbearable... Bu' weh soldiered on like real Millitia shoul'... an' when we go' in we found t' source of t' stench... another Orc Bru'e...
Anari wrinkles up his nose just in the result of remembering the smell...
The bru'e didn' stand a chance agains' t' five of us... we charged i' an' smashed i' ter peices, there were several more where i' came from bu' I failed ter ge' a sketch... *Mutters*...
As we wen' along we were loo'in' t' gold tha' t' monsters dropped... i' wasn' until weh go' back tha' we noticed 'ow much we actualleh had !! We piled i' up an' were jus' in time fer t' Trainin'... bu' this time i' was bein' lead by Regular Hrothgar...
Anari signs his name wondering what could have happened to Tiberius to make him give up the training...*Signed*
Anari, Watchmam, Covian Millitia.
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