“Here we are, sir.” The driver said as they pulled up to the massive stone and timber building that sat squarely in the center of the local militia outpost.
Feels like home, Balgair thought as he climbed down from the landau and looked around. From what he could tell, everything looked to be in shape. From the outside, the stables appeared to be well-kept, as did the armory across the compound.
“Wait here, I’ll be back shortly,” Balgair commented as he walked toward the quartermaster’s building. As memories of past visits to the other quartermasters flew through his head, he stepped inside and looked around.
“Pardon me, sir.” A soldier whose lack of rank indicated that he was a private stopped him. “I’ve never seen you before. Please identify yourself.”
“Of course,” Balgair said amiably. “I am Balgair Moeldr, the new reeve.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge of office.
“Thank you, sir.” The soldier stepped around the corner, pulled out a sheaf of papers, and…
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