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The young NCO passed by the strange standard of this section, a large steel goblet set atop the old boulder of "The Bastards", and he felt a stab of wistful longing.
"What confidence veterans must have to know the outcome of their battles."
Thedran, having spent the night in battle dress and armor, passed among his soldiers as they committed the morning traditions of professional soldiers. He assisted in the menial tasks of donning battle armor and war packs where it was needed and paused to share jokes and fellowship by the small breakfast fires. No sense of urgency loomed over the soldiers and as the majority of the camp finally started to rouse themselves, they found this selected few already on their feet and in armor. As the camp and army readied for war, Thedran moved to stand beside the standard and removed the book from his belt, it's golden clasp fell aside and The List was opened.
"Right lads, lets have our roll call."