Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2022 17:37:09 GMT -5
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Though the sky threatened to do so often enough, it was only on some occasions that the clouds split open and drenched the city below in a watery deluge. Today was one such day. With his sword on his belt, Ber had been ready to return to the training grounds after a midday meal in the mess hall, but one look at the downpour had him - and a significant number of the soldiers beside him - turning around and retreating to the tables and benches they had just vacated. Technically, they could train in the rain, but none of them were particularly inclined to suffer the cold discomfort of an Autumna rainfall nor to deal with the hassle of washing the mud out of their clothes and equipment afterward. A glance around the mess hall had shown no one of any authority nearby, so they stayed and pretended that was where they were supposed to be.
Did Ber like making a habit of slacking off? No, but there would always be some exceptions to the rule. He had been caught at the mercy of too many rainfalls to not fully appreciate the ability to choose to stay dry.
“Hey, Bayle, you look as wet as your mom did last night!”
The shout, accompanied by a few chuckles and whistles, had him turning to see Duncan Bayle entering the hall looking like a drowned rat. Ber waved him over. Gesturing rudely to the soldier who had called out to him - the accompanying “Not as wet as yours!” earning him extra laughs - but otherwise not seeming particularly bothered by routine banter, he made his way over to the table. The other man had not been particularly happy with how the interaction with the noblewoman in the market had gone, but whether it required a few good swings or simply time, grudges didn’t last long between men who had to trust each other with their lives.
“It’s so fuckin’ miserable out there, Ber,” Duncan complained as he sat down heavily on the bench beside him. He shook his head, forcing Ber to dodge droplets of water as they sprayed every which way.
“That would be why we’re all in here,” Ber chuckled, quickly moving aside to give the other young soldier more space and preserve his own dryness.
Duncan paused in wringing out the sleeve of his tunic and looked around. “I see that - you’re all having a party and no one invited me. What gives?”
“Thought you were off today. Otherwise I would’ve sent you an invite.”
The other soldier groaned. “I got called in to cover a patrol shift.” He moved on to the next sleeve. “Not that there’s anything out there to patrol other than water anyway. Hey, what’s there to eat today?”
Ber opened his mouth to answer, but before the words could leave his tongue, a new voice interrupted him.