Unit 34
A shadow cast itself over Rageful Mountains, but the people of the village got used to it after a day or two. The world was full of bizarre things, so a giant cloud was the safest abnormality they could encounter.
On an eventful morning, a visitor made his way into the village. His cloaked attire and refusal to reveal his face passed as normalcy among the bestial folk, but it was his request that grabbed the bartender's attention.
"Are you here for our specialty milk?" the lizardman hissed with its yellow eyes scanning the outlander.
"No," the man beneath the cloak shook his head and spoke the tongue of beasts. "I want to visit the recruitment camp for the King's Army."
"Ah," the lizardman nodded with pride. "Another brave protector of our kingdom! Cheers!" the bartender raised a glass, and the rest of the bar cheered in unison as they did the same.