A tall, lanky, yet menacing figure approaches. It has 3 katanas, one the biggest, one the smallest, and one in the middle, on his right hip. He had a combat knife sheathed on each pectoral, one sheathed on top of each wrist, and one in each boot. Totaling at 6 combat knives. He had 2 Kukris sheathed on each shoulder. And finally, he had 2 machetes sheathed on his left hip, and the other 2 criss crossed on his back. And along his body, chest, stomach, forearms and arms are rows and rows of throwing knives.
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A man looks up from a clipboard and sighs "I assume you're here to join up?"
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The man sighs and writes on the clipboard "Not much of a talker. That's just great. Let me get the commander down here." He walks off and a moment later Drasca walks up to you "I hear you want to join! Before I can accept you, I have a question or two."
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He looks at the commander and tilts his head.
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"I'll take that as a yes. Firstly, does it worry you if civilians are accidentally killed within combat indirectly, or directly, through your actions?"
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He shakes his head no.
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He nods "Excellent. Secondly, how do you feel about, say, betraying an employer for more money?"
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He nods his head yes.
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Drasca smiles and hands him instructions "You're going to enjoy your time here. Here is your bunk. You have been grouped with a few other standout recruits."
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He inspects the instructions for a few seconds before dropping them to the ground. He cracks his knuckles and makes his way to his bunk.
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He nods.