“Ainsley!”
Marachius had been sitting outside on a bench when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw a commander walking towards him with several troops in his wake. Marc immediately jumped to his feet and stood at attention. As the commander stepped up to him, Marachius snapped his arm up in a salute, which the commander returned. The men behind the commander watched quietly, some nodding slightly, while others showed no notice.
“Men,” the commander said, glancing over his shoulder at the five men behind him. “This is your new medic. Get him squared away with a bunk and explain the mission to him. You all go out first thing in the morning. Ainsley, pay attention to what they say. They’ve been here since the first...