"Odin! Odin!" Hans burst excitedly into the barracks, but he didn't see his old friend.
"Odin?!"
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a rush?"
"When did you get behind me?"
"That's not important! Odin, you'll never guess what happened! It's huge! Huge!" Hans's face was alight with excitement.
Odin gave Hans a strange look.
"What's the big news? What's got you so excited?"
"An Officer! Look at this! We can actually become Officers!" Hans seemed a little unhinged, and in truth, he was.
"Become an Officer! A paid one!" Hans exclaimed.
"What do you mean, 'paid'?" Odin scratched his head, puzzled.
"It's hard to explain in just a few words. There's a notice about it in the main camp. Come on, let's go have a look."
...
Utterly bewildered, Odin let Hans drag him all the way to a place teeming with people.
"Make way, make way..." Hans pulled Odin through the crowd until they were standing in front of a notice.
Public notices, at least, were a local invention on this continent.
