Felodran, in the middle of the discussion about who was next on the hit list, had wandered off into his mind, going through different drilling from his enlistment again and again.
"You guard is too fragile boy! Don't slump down either, it ruins the stance. I thought i was sent a hardened swordsman, but instead I got a rookie who thinks he's hot stuff." The Celestian guardsman sparring with him, also the drill master.
It had been hard to try and conform to these new tactics. The Celestians certainly were hard in their training.
At first, the drill master wouldn't have crossed Felodran's mind again. That was until he remembered why the man crossed him and now lay dead.
It was a tragic thing for Felodran. His best friend, Gorm, had been drinking, and made arrangements to have a man to man unarmed brawl with the drill master. The harsh man instead responded with a powerful choke, as he took the life of the man in front of him. The crowd, ignorant to Gorm dying, cheered the drill master on, as Felodran could only watch and yell in despair.
He shook off his trip down memory lane, and realized everyone went on without him. He saw their tracks and laughed to himself that they were laughable easy to track at least.