*Varek*
“Ready, prepare, attack!” General Merek shouts. In unison, three hundred warriors square off against one another and go through our general sparring routine. All of them are muscular beasts, tall and strong. No other army in all the land is half as strong as our forces. These are our elite troops, and this review is a monthly ritual for me, to keep them in top condition.
I move around the training facility, watching each of them for a few moments, looking for any areas where we need to improve. Merek gives orders, and they follow through immediately–as one unit.
“They look great, don’t they?” Ronan says beside me. “Even better than last time.”
“We are a fierce group,” I say. I would never say there’s no room for improvement, but it’s difficult for me to see anything in particul
