I step out of the shadows and follow the person hopeing no one will notice me.

Sylver followed him to the barracks, her eyes aimed straight ahead of her, not letting her professional stance or aura let down. Sylver allowed herself to look around at the people around, none of them striking her interest anymore. Ambrosia looking around, going to the other side of Sylver neck. Hey Syl, I think you're really making an impression on these people with how intimidating and regal you're making yourself seem Ambrosia hissed to her.

Quinntalia eyed the short, black buildings. They had a wire fences surrounding them, and each wall was painted with a stripe of a certain color and labeled with a name in the same color.

The red said 'MESS HALL', and the green said 'TRAINING'. It was the largest. The sleeping areas were labeled 'BUNKING'. The General led the mass to the BUNKING section.

"Now, you shall see your assigned rooms. Gender may not be completely seperated, there shall be ten to a room." He paced back and forth in front of them, and Quinn noticed he had the pointed ears of an elf- an old one, at that.

He snapped, and a scroll appeared in his hands. Elven summoning magic... "Now, I shall read out names!"

Quinn sighed. Instead of Quinntalia Azure Constantine, she was going as Quinn Azurea.

I stand at the back of he group still able to hear thanks to my being an elf.

Syl, lets go to the training hall first, sure you're not the strongest, but it'll be a good way to make an impression Ambrosia hissed quietly. Sylver gave a brief nod, almost imperceptible, but enough for Ambrosia. Sylver awaited her name being called to see which room she would be in.

"Recruit 30-" Quinn knew that was her. "is with Recruit 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 38, and 39. I repeat, 30 to 39 in Bunker 3."

Quinn smirked under her hood.

Sylric Tassarion

I was positioned somewhat in the centre of the crowd who were gathered around the General. At the mention of ten to a room, the image of packed beds with little space flashed into my mind with a stab of disappointment. Though I did not frown, reassuring myself that it would obviously be better than how it was with the raiders. At least I will not be threatened with death every morning if I do not wake.

I dispelled the thought from my mind. It was not safe to think of such things - should my tongue slip, I would reveal this detail, and that was something I could not afford to tell others. I folded my arms, feeling a sudden cold coarse through my body as my brain drifted to the consequences of such things.

Snapping out of it after a few seconds, my ears raised slightly as I listened out for the assigned rooms. I glanced around nervously, my eyes finding that same hooded elf. Why my gaze was drawn to them, I could not be sure, but there was something that seemed... strange, about them.

I should not stare, especially if they turn out to be higher-class. I averted my attention from the featureless figure after a moment. And it will not be my place to ask of them their purpose and their choice of garb. I should keep my judgements to myself - no, I should forget them. I have one purpose here, and one purpose alone, I cannot be caught up in unnecessary side-quests.

Recruit 34, that was Sylver. It bothered her that they did not count Ambrosia as a recruit, simply because of the fact she was a snake. Ambrosia didn't mind it much, but Sylvester was outraged, seeing as her snake was most likely smarter than most of the people here. Sucker walked into her bunker, sitting down on her assigned bed. The room was nothing very special, in fact, it was rather bland, but considering Sylver had lived in a cave for the first 20 years of her life, she didn't mind.

(I'm assuming by the fact that the genders aren't separated, Sylric might be in the same room as the others? Am I interpreting that correctly? Sorry, my brain is half-asleep at the moment lol, I just want to check.)

Quinn swished to the training course, still with a smile. I'll prove my worth... As a child, she had been a huntress, her brothers hunters alongside her. They would catch no children or mother animals- only male adolescents, usually. Then they would give the meat to those in the village. Her family trait was generosity.

All during this, she had become a skilled archer. Her arrows almost always hit their mark or nearby. So when she saw the line of targets, she rolled her eyes.They can't remove me for not doing a anything wrong... She pulled her hood of, letting her long brown hair flow, and focused her violet eyes on the target in front of her.

In a quick movement, she notched four arrows on her bow and fired, all of them hitting the target in a vertical line. She straightened the jewels on her forehead and looked around, hoping no one had seen her face. I should wear a mask over a part of my face from now on.