"Rise and shine, men!"
A brusque voice cut through the relative silence of the barracks dormitory, echoing off the stone walls. The exclamation was followed shortly by the obnoxious sound of a dinner bell being rung with little patience.
"Come on, you lazy sods, up and at 'em!" The commotion received a mixed response, some sliding reluctantly out of their bunks while others merely shifted beneath the sheets, wanting a few more minutes of rest.
The stern lieutenant, however, already clad in her plate armor at this early hour, would have none of that. Grimacing in frustration, she strode forward to the nearest layabout and promptly planted a solid greave right into his midsection.
"What did I say, you oaf! Wake up! That's an order!"
Dane was abruptly ripped from his dreams by the heavy steel pressing into his gut.
"Ghk-!" he gasped, the pressure taking the breath out of his lungs. Reactively his hands went to grasp at the boot, eyes wide with shock.
"I-Imma 'wake, sir! Imma 'wake!" he pleaded, breathless.
The dark haired woman would eventually relent, perhaps a glint of enjoyment dancing in her black eyes as she took her foot off the poor guy.
"Oh, it's just you, Dane. Nevermind, you can stay in bed. Gods know you're just as useful in here as you are out there."
The country boy had gotten himself up, legs swung over the side of the bed, he nursed the aching spot on his stomach. As much as he wanted to retort in some way, Dane held his words back; he respected the chain of command, after all, even if it didn't respect him... He'd only wished the captain had left someone a little nicer in charge.
"Yes, sir," was instead all he chose to say, getting to his feet with a groan.
The lieutenant turned her back to him, narrowed eyes scanning over the other watchmen who were gradually rousing from their sleep.
"You'll be posted outside the stables today, soldier. Do try not to spook them, will you? We have so few good horses left as it is." Without looking back, she strode off, leaving Dane to collect himself.
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This time, it'd only taken him about a half hour to ready, getting a quick scrub in the bathing area and throwing on that heavy set of armor he was still getting acclimated to. One quick training drill in the courtyard and then he was out of there, swinging open the front door of the barracks and making his way down the street, crossbow hung on his back, spear resting against his shoulder, and a smile on his face.
For the last week or so in Aldus, the weather had been quite beautiful, and today was no different. The sun's rays shone brightly from on high, bathing the frigid landscape in a warm glow that it seldom felt. The sky itself was a clear blue, marked occasionally by a stray cloud or two. Peasants and nobles alike shuffled along the winding streets of the city, discussing their business in an upbeat manner as they did so. All in all, it was a pleasant day.
Dane whistled a jaunty tune while he trudged along, offering a friendly wave to passersby in the meanwhile, a gesture that was sometimes returned, sometimes not. Stopping just outside a modest establishment of brick and wood, he knocked loudly at the entrance, calling inside.
"Bjorn! Ya awake yet? Ya got school, r'member?" After a long moment in which there was no response, he tried again, knocking a bit louder this time. After the fourth or fifth attempt, he gave up, hand dropping to his side with a sigh.
"Musta gone off on his own already. Stubborn goat, that kid is. Reminds me of summin'."
Shrugging, he turned away, continuing his way down the narrow street, headed towards the far opposite side of the residential district. There was still one other kid he had to check in on before heading to his post.