"I've been here 10 years and I've never even spoken to an elder. She's been here one day and she has one training her? It's bullshi.t." I heard a man's voice complain in the distance as I made my way to the center of the base.
"She's part of a founding family. What do you expect?" Another man countered. "We're just lowly soldiers in their army. I don't expect to ever be in their sights and frankly I don't think I'd really want to be."
"As long as I don't have to suddenly follow her orders, I'll be fine." The first man, who I am finally getting a good look at spoke.
He didn't look that much older than me, if I'm doing my math right he should be 28. He has long dark brown hair, tied low at the nape of his neck. He had light tan skin, almost caramel, and a few scars on his ridiculously
