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"The dining hall", replied Ran'Jinro. "You remember where it is, yeah?"

As the group were in the middle of eating a man entered the dining hall from afar. Although worn and old, the man had a sturdy posture that spoke lengths of his physical capabilities. He would most likely not die within the next forty years. He had a stern face. Hard and edged, like chiseled out of marble. He had a smooth wave of grizzled hair in the colour of dark silver. His eyes were steel grey and seemed to take notice of every little detail there was in the room.

As he passed the tables in the dining hall, those who were eating rose up and positioned their hands behind their backs as a token of honor and respect for the man who could be none other than high commander Trymir himself.

Evelyne said nothing but followed the pattern of her comrades, giving the new recruits by her table a quick glance to make sure that they would do the same. It would certainly leave a good first impression with the high commander.