Cynric looked away in a bit of shame as Emri started bawling about her monkey. He sort of wished he never asked, but now he knew that Tik Tik was a monkey. Something more than a pet it seemed. Kind of like Aela's damn crow. Thinking of the annoying bird, the long haired man glanced around to see if the flying rat was up to no good. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted the black bird up on one of the parapets of the barracks. It looked down with disdain.
"Eh..." the man said in rather a clueless fashion about Emri and her monkey.
"Right, the waterworks could definitely be a tactic, " he said as an aside to Horns.
Any sympathy Aela had was lost now. Her face was a bit cold at the mess of emotions Emri had become.
"No crate on the boat."
Annoyed now, the pale woman strode up ahead of the group. Emri, Horns, Cynric, the other prisoners and guards followed. Within a minute or so, you enter the Ivanstead Barrack's proper.
Once past the walls, you enter the courtyard of the old fort. It is rather spacious and contains a couple of fenced off practice areas. Along one side of the yard is a barrack looking building, only two stories tall. The other building is about three stories. The first floor of that one looks to be a kitchen and mess area. Stables are tucked around in the corner.
The practice yards are currently empty, but there seemed to be some squads of Black Company soldiers loitering about. Glances are cast your way, some curious and speculatory, some with disdain. It does seem you are expected, as new recruits.
Eventually, you are brought to a covered pavilion adjacent to the practice yard. There are several racks of various practice weapons ranging from swords to axes to maces. One rack contained some range weapons, where the arrows and bolts are blunt or otherwise non-lethal.
Cynric and Horns delivery there goods to the store horse and join some of the members of their squad near the practice yard.
Emri and the new recruits are then shortly greeted by a stocky sergeant. The man had dark hair and beard, and his face was hard. There was an air of experience around him in in the way he carried himself. Disciplined, like the army. He was wearing some leather armor over the black and grey tunic, and had a chevron strip on his sleeve. It looked like he was some one of rank.
He looked around and shook his head.
"What in gods name did they send me today, " he muttered.
Then with a drill sergeant voice.
"Alright! Listen up ladies!
"I am Sergeant Redarm. I am one of the many here at Ivanstead that are tasked with making you useful in battle. You've all have taken a life already, otherwise you wouldn't be here with the Brand. So the capacity to kill is already present and that is something we wished to sharpen in order to use against the Empire's enemies. But first, we must test your mettle. To see what kind of man we must work with. To break down and remold."
Sergeant Redarm paused and looked at each of you. His gaze lingered on Emri, evaluating before moving on to the others.
"In a moment, you pick a practice weapon and go out in to the practice yard and face off with some veterans, armed with similar weapons. Myself and others will be watching and evaluating. We shall find out what we have to work with. Welcome to the Black Company."