He made his way back to the barracks as twilight fell, his mind still cataloging, still analyzing. The real work would begin now, in the close quarters where recruits shed the day's pretenses along with their training gear.
Soren wasn't sure if Ayren would be proud or concerned by how quickly he'd taken to this task. Perhaps both. After all, a weapon that learns too well might one day turn in its wielder's hand.
The thought brought a grim smile to his lips as he passed through the barracks door, ready for the night's observations.
The barracks at night revealed secrets the training yard could never expose.
Soren lay on his cot, eyes closed but ears attuned to every whisper, every rustle of movement in the darkness. The thin blanket did little to cushion his battered body against the hard mattress, but discomfort had become such a constant companion that he barely noticed it anymore.
