Soulmancer Enclave

"Whoa, this is huge!" The recruit with the enchanted axe blurted out, his eyes wide with excitement as they descended the steep dirt road leading into the fortified camp.

During the journey, they had taken the time to learn each other's names, and the hyped-up recruit who had just entered the camp was oddly named Jashuzen—a name quite uncommon even in the Duskwight Lands. With his somewhat clean and styled black hair, intelligent purple eyes, and a knack for intriguing stories and eloquent speech, he had a certain allure.

Except when he was gawking like this at a mere camp. It reminded Jake, Hephais, Sank-Uk, and Meribelle that he was just another clueless newbie.

The son of the leader of a small tribe that had once been much larger, Jashuzen had received a somewhat comprehensive education. However, it was one that predated the rise of the Dusken Throne, and so naturally, it did not include compulsory conscription or what lay beyond the Ironsoul Rampart.