34 + Interesting People +

Folke walked around the camp and stopped a distance away from a woman who was near the spiked wooden trench wall. She was ordering around soldiers who were running around the camp, he even saw someone he recognized Torn taking orders from this woman and relaying them back to his men which peaked his interest in her more.

`What does your rank have to be in order to command people like him?` He thought of the highest rank possible and shook his head, the girl who saved his life was the general Ase so she could not be ranked higher than her `She should be someone with power similar to the general's second in command. Maybe she is the generals second in command`

He looked around and saw that the girl was now alone, and now was sitting down on a log taking some time for herself to rest.

`Perfect opportunity to chat.`

With that thought, He walked forward and approached the girl who was sitting on the log by herself. She looked up of course and saw him approaching which gave folke a clear image of her face.

She had gentle features along with her neck length shoulder brown hair, she had only a shirt on which showed her arms which looked to have gently forming muscle on them.

``What do you want?`` She asked Folke with a soft voice, which threw him off. A moment earlier she was yelling at commanders and other soldiers for the simplest of mistakes.

``I just wanted to chat.`` He got straight to the point, he didn't want to lick or kiss anyone's foot to gain power or connections, he had gone through that in his village before and those experiences were what he considered hell.

``My name is Freja, I'm assuming your folke? Goldrig told me some things about you on the journey here.`` She said while leaning back on the log.

``Yes, I'm Folke. What do you do around here Freja?`` He didn't care what Goldrig told her, He was sure that it was all positive anyway.

`` I'm the settlement manager here second only to the Lieutenant General, of this army.``

``What is a settlement manager?`` He was slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow that she was only second to the second in command but he calmed himself down. He didn't want to show her that he was surprised or wanted to treat her differently because of her rank.

``Well. . . Think of it like this, I'm the person who fortifies the camp and makes it nice and homey so you guys don't die from something like disease or a sneak attack.``

``That's a pretty important job.`` He said the truth, That kind of job had power in itself. ` The settlement manager was basically responsible for running the entire camp while I'm also assuming that the general might have to follow along with what she says.`

She nodded and said `` Stress comes along with an important job.``

``True, I would imagine it stressful when you have to command hundreds of drunken idiots, who don't know how their sword is different from a wooden spike.`` He was casually glancing to the side to see a man scratching his head while trying to imbed his sword into the ground for a wooden spike.

She followed his gaze and shared a laugh with folke before saying ``Nice talking to you, But I got some work to do.`` She got up and patted Folke's shoulder before going over to the man.

Folke turned around, but he could hear someone mocking a drunk man saying

``Dor you're doing a great job! Jab the blunt in inside of that and make sure to get it in there real deep!`` Apparently she had a soft side.

He continued to walk aimlessly in the camp for a while, searching for someone else that looked interesting. He found that most of the people in the camp were men and over hearing a few conversations he found out that most high ranking jobs were given only to women within the camp who were specialized in their job.

Waiola for example was the Lieutenant General who excelled with commanding and leading, Folke was taken aback when he first heard this but quickly accepted it as the truth and continued to walk forward. He simply hated the idea that Waiola was his bosses his boss he wanted to get revenge on her.

Folke regained his composure and frowned slightly `I hope that this ain't a matriarchy where I won't be able to rank up.` Folke's plan for now was to rank up inside the army and once the system came back and gave him power was to make it all his own.

He was walking and thinking about his future ambitions when he heard a man call his name ``Folke!`` Folke instinctively turned in the direction where his name was called and saw a blonde man in his mid forties with a ruff beard and short hair.

He had an apron on top of some normal attire which made him stand out to folke.

``Yes?`` He saw the man rapidly approach him, but he was calm because of his backing from goldrig.

``You're the boy that had this sword right?`` He held up a blade that Folke recognized, it was the blade that he used when he was in his village.

``Yes.`` His eyes widened a little, unable to hide his surprise toward the man being able to find his previous weapon.

``I'm Drawn, I want to take this sword from ya. I'll promise to make you an even better sword!``

Folke thought about it, and thought that he didn't need the sword at all anymore. Of course it had fancy inscriptions on it when he first had it but those were covered with burnt marks and sut, so he didn't have any real reasoning to say no to Drawn.

``Sure.``

Drawn yelled ``You won't regret this!`` He then ran away.

`That was an interesting personality…`

He continued to walk around the camp and found the horse stables, a makeshift construction for all the horses to stay in. He spotted a man with unusually pale skin and pitch black hair tending to the horses. Folke naturally assumed the man was the person whose job was to tend to the horses and found his unusual complexion and hair to be interesting so he walked over to find out if the man also had an interesting personality.

This man of course was Aegir, One of the commanders. He turned around and saw Folke approaching him and a headache started to slowly form as he saw folke. He remembered goldrig's constant nagging and yelling about his new 'god blessed find' as to say folke was very recognizable among commanders.

``Hello, I'm folke. What is your name?`` Folke stopped in front of Aegir.

Aegir of course didn't cut him off and allowed folke to speak then he started to speak ``Aegir, I've heard a lot about you from Goldrig.``

This was the third time someone recognized folke and said that they heard about him from goldrig so he became curious and asked ``What did Goldrig say about me?`` He was sure it was all good things but he wanted to know it exactly.

``He said as I quote that you were a blessed gifted from the heavens to the army.`` He left out the part where Goldrig said `None one of ye bastards take him away from me! He's mine all mine!`

Aegir continued ``He has told us commanders alot about your potential as he liked to call it.`` Aegir heard of what Folke was able to do and was not able to see him as very important. He got hit by a wooden sword in the head, fell down, got up and was strong enough to continue to fight but still lost. `Something truly, important.` He did a mental eye roll.

``Well I lost the competition I can't really cal-``

A huge crash was heard around the camp, making folke pause and turn around.

Aegir accompanied his movement and looked in the direction where the crash was sounded, which was at the center of the camp where Folke had left goldrig. Aegir felt mana in the air pour out from that spot and lost his composure.

He then heard an ear piercing howl which made both him and folke cover his ears, Then what accompanied the howls were screams.