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Pangea yawned. Inside the monastic office, Pangea wondered how the Captain-General. Much like her room, auramite walls surrounded the office. The white stone table and chair held the Captain-General’s massive body including his armor. Once again, Pangea notice the size of the room and her smaller stature, wishing she would be as big as the custodians.
“Next time, you will arrive fifteen minutes earlier. Do you understand?”
“But… I came on time.”
“Only the indolent arrive on time. The earnest will arrive earlier than they are expected to be.” The Captain-General commanded. “From now on, you will be under my tutelage and the other custodians. You will breathe discipline, move with purpose, and learn honor. Do you understand?”
“I do.” Pangea said with a sharp tone.
The Captain-General’s expression did not soften. “You will go to the armory and polish the helmets.”
“How many of it?”
“All of it. Go.”
“Wait all—”
“Go. Now.”
Pangea found her way to the armory, a massive room of mastercraft weapons, armor, and various tools of custodians. Pangea stared at the rows of helmets… far too above. Pangea—
>sought out a ladder
>Called Luna to retrieve the helmet
>asked a custodian