Scarlett was currently holding her favorite broadsword in both hands as she attacked the target dummy in front of her. She was currently outside the soldiers' barracks practicing her form once again after the training session with the new recruits early this morning. Looking at the young faces before her, Scarlett was brought back to her first days in the Royal Army many years back, which had put her in a bit of a nostalgic mood. She typically trained with the other soldiers and knights, however, and working with the new recruits who were still unsure and untrained, she felt that some extra training would be necessary for herself. Taking a pause to catch her breath, Scarlett leaned her sword against the wooden post of the dummy she was using for her target. She pulled off her gauntlet and wiped her arm across her forehead, feeling the sweat that had gathered at her brow. Looking up, she noticed that the sun was high in the sky which meant it was probably near noon. It didn't happen often, but Scarlett currently had no clue as to where His Majesty, Prince Rhys Alexander Tavian, was, but felt that if she was needed, she would be called upon anyways, and the king himself had made sure to clear her schedule to greet the new recruits coming in. It was something Scarlett tried to attend every time, she liked seeing the young, hopeful faces (faces that would become dejected and hopeless after their first week of training with her, but that is neither here nor there) that reminded the knight so much of her younger self and she would slowly see these young recruits become soldiers before her eyes. It was quite a privilege if she were honest. And besides, she and the other members of the Guard took bets as to which recruits would crack first and Scarlett had gained enough coin the last three occasions to buy drinks for everyone at the tavern, much to her fellow soldiers' dismay (and joy - it is after all, hard to be angry at your loss when you get free mead regardless).