Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-9075949-20160622153504

"Sword up, My Lord." Geralt said, showing him the way he is holding his sword

"Oh, right." Felix said, adjusting, and striking the dummy

"Very good, that's us done, My Lord."

"Thank you, Geralt."

"Not a problem, your safety is my concern, My Lord." Geralt answered, sheathing his sword

Felix took of his mail and put his sword on a table. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some ale.

"Oh, Nord Ale always gave me the shivers down my spine." He said, chuckling, and chugging it down. Two soldiers nearby were talking, while seven others were standing in a straight line, with a Legate inspecting their posture

"Keep your back straight, soldier! You will never survive even a second out there on the field with a posture like this!" the Legate shouted

"But Legate, how can my posture help me survive?" The Auxiliary asked

"A very good question, Auxiliary, the answer to it is even better. FIFTY PUSH-UPS, ON THE GROUND SOLDIER, NOW, GO GO GO!" The Legate responded, with the soldier dropping down to the ground, doing push-ups.