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<span class="mu-i">“And here is the lodge of the 43rd Talon, where you will rest, sleep and do whatever you so wish with the hours in the day not subject to the Rota duties.”</span> Marshall Jurand briefly waves at one appears to be the recreation quarters of the 43rd Talon, a set of cushioned benches with a collection of books, flowing curtains and even a Princeps board with a grabbing view of the city below. He doesn’t bother to introduce the Cantonion man sitting there reading, although the gentlemen does give a polite nod as you pass by on the way to your room. <span class="mu-i">“If you seek to leave the Palace during your rest Rota, come see me for a pass. I expect there to be a pressing reason for it. And -here- are your quarters.”</span>
A slave girl bows her head at your entrance. She is a slip of a thing, probably about your squire’s age, and her robes are plain but distinguished by the sliver of purple at the hem. Behind her, four male slaves in much plainer loincloths bow as well.
<span class="mu-i">“What, you thought you were bunking with twenty other men in the same room?”</span> Marshall Jurand notes your impressed look at the frankly luxurious private quarters with a raised eyebrow.
<span class="mu-i">“No, Marshall.”</span> Well, you hadn’t been entirely sure. But you certainly hadn’t expected -this- level of luxury for a regular soldier of the Guard. Maybe for an officer…
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