Powerful shouts echoed as the metallic clashing of weapons echoed in the militia camp.
"Keep going! Are you guys warring or dancing?! I don't want a repeat of last time! Next mission, you guys better be as sharp as…the sharpest blade there is!" The commander "encouraged".
The man was still wearing his heavy-looking chain mail. He frowned as he finally noticed the newcomer slowly approaching him.
"A brave? Braves are to train on the other side of the Town since they can't seem to shut up." The man then promptly proceeded to ignore him.
"I know. I'm here to join the militia." Jack smiled as he flashed a piece of paper over. It represented the Tavern Owner vouching for him.
The man examined it before chuckling to himself:
"Alright, you're one strange Brave! It will be the usual: Test of Character, Test of Skills, and Test of Mettle. Are you ready, private?"