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Life at the Veldar Barracks
Timestamp: Identical to Darius' training (ie. It happens during his training).
Darius followed the crowd towards the mess hall, his mind still echoing the last commands of the assistant who had called out the dagger motions. Bringing his mind to the present, Darius looks at those around him, his fellow recruits, and at the people who had long since done their basic training, and were truly Veldar Elite. Darius still wasn't really certain he wanted to be one of them, but he was certain he had respect for all of them, especially Setik.
As he entered the mess hall, Darius looked around curiously. Then, he smiled slightly to himself, thinking, "Every new soldier must walk in here and first just look around at the new surroundings. I'll bet the old ones and pick us recruits out without even trying." Of primary concern however, was the food which was Darius' greatest reason in looking around.
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