The bartender smiled.
"Well, yer first day starts tommurah. I'd be glad ta give yeh a coupla rooms, on th' house, considerin that yer doin' th' city a favor."
Thirty recruits stand in a line in front of the three, and their co-workers. Their colleagues include a grizzled old sergeant, a well-to-do knight, and a burly man from the northern lands. The recruits are just barely out of their teens, hardly men at all. The sergeant steps forward.
"Alright, listen up, filth! From this day forward, you are no better than the shit in the sewers. If you make it out of my training program, you will be a man. A man capable of defending himself, his comrades, and his city from filth like you. Do you understand me?" He shouts at the scared recruits.
Some of the recruits throw back a half assed and weak "Yes, sir."
"I can't hear you!"
"Yes, sir!"
"That's more like it. My associates and I," The sergeant looks over his colleagues, "are hear to whip you into shape. You are going to defend this city to your dieing breath, if needed."
"Aye." The burly man agrees.
"Now, you miserable slimes, get a weapon and a set of armor from the stand over there, and give me ten laps of the field."
The sergeant turns to his co-workers, and smiles.
"Looks like we've got out work cut out for us. I'm Guiles." He says, looking amiable, contrasting with his earlier insults.
The burly man from the north nods, and replies, "Th' names Filbert."
The knight steps forward. "I am Sir Robert de Luc III." He draws his sword and plants the tip in the dirt, trying to look distinguished and important. He mainly comes off as snobbish and rude.
Waking up in a back alley somewhere in the poor quarter of the desert city, Aso can't remember what happened after she left the bar. She checked her bag, but could find nothing. Then she realized she didn't even know where she was. She looked around, but every direction looked the same. Two shady looking men enter the alleyway, and Aso hides behind a shipping crate. The men stride down to where she slept a few moments ago, and frowned.
"Well, damn. I could have sworn I saw her here." One says, in a hushed tone.
"Master wouldn't like this. Not one bit."
"I know, I know. Shit. Where could she have gone in the few minutes I left her for?"
"Not far."
Aso moves back farther into her hiding space, frightened. She tries to slide in between a stack of boxes and the crate, but the boxes fall, making quite the racket.
The two men freeze and look over at her, a lone woman cowering in the dirt. The first one smiles.
"Well there you are, my sweet. I knew you couldn't have gotten far."
The two men advance towards her, drawing their blades with the rasp of metal on metal.
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