Ten Minutes To Pray
The two new legions of recruits were expecting a lengthy briefing on signaling methods for effective communication on the battlefield, like the use of colored flags, smoke, or sound instruments, but there was none. There was no joint drill to improve their coordination as an army either.
Instead, Ceythie immediately ordered them to march east. To the east, there was only one thing: the front line where the armies of the Dusken Throne faced those of the Radiant Conclave.
"Aye… I had anticipated it would go down like this, but I held a slim hope she'd at least give us this day off to familiarize ourselves with our new regiment," Thonzo sighed as he decided to remove his bandages, meant to hide his wounds long healed by Jake.
At this point, it made no difference. Jake didn't stop him either, almost convinced he'd be exposed any moment now if he wasn't already.