Greta's short walk through surveying other people was rather uneventful. The typical beefy man people, and equally beefy women people with various axes, swords, bludgeons, and a few spears, of decent make and mismatched but well kept armor. The exception was the man that the sneering woman had pointed to. He wore circular glasses and had short spiky brown hair. He seemed entirely unconcerned at how effeminate he looked kicking his feet around like a teenaged girl, but he looked rather tall.
Johann could be seen setting things in his footlocker at this time, and Finn was near him on another bunk.
He smiled at Xiao cordially. "We are a far cry from some of the more populous cities, but we have good food in our own right. I would try one of the trattoria near the dockside of the sea, called Fidell's. They serve some light redtail pasta for a good lunch, with your choice of wine of course."
The Legate shook his head sharply when Ian spoke. "Not at all. We have Officer's quarters, but they are a far cry from what you may be used to. An officer's position affords little luxury, as you need to be an example to whom you command."
He went in the portal on the right side of the courtyard, where the wall began to curve. He immediately cut left, beginning up a flight of stairs. "There are twenty officer's rooms, and unlike the barracks that are twenty to a room, officers are two to a room." We have thirty four officers currently staying, meaning there's plenty of room."
