"Whoa!" Clay shouted somewhat angry. "When I said job I didn't mean I wanted to rejoin the army!"
Rafaela had led Clay to the city barracks on the east side. Cavalry and foot soldiers alike ran about busy with their errands.
"Why not? You told me you had fought before?"
"But that was a while ago and wasn't an experience I enjoyed. Hacking at people with swords who are trying to hack at me wasn't really my dream job."
"Oh c'mon! You're missing the point! Fighting isn't about killing people you don't know, it's about defending people you love. Besides. You wouldn't last long at another job either. We're at war, and almost all strong, eligible man and lad has been drafted into the army."
"Great, maybe I want to go back to my homeland."
"Nonsense, the war will soon reach there too. It's everywhere these days."
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