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Mathias cringed as Kait seemed to berate him like it was his fault they were there. When her words died away, he stood there blinking as if unable to believe she was done. Her glare at his lack of movement spurred him forward and he leapt to select an article of wash and began scrubbing it vigorously on his own washing board.
"Yeah, yeah...get done quickly. Sure..." he looked at the mounds of laundry in the large washing room, then at the other regular washers as they began filing in for the day. His mind wandered back to his father's keep when Mathias was younger and remembered walking down in the work areas. He had toured through the wash room and remembered how the laundry seemed to flow unending through the doors. He cringed to himself at the memory. There had been a lot less people in that keep than there was the Corps. Citadel. This was going to be a long punishment.... Kait was going to punish him too, he just knew it.

Raegar took a moment to consider the facts. "A minimum of five. With their numbers and how close the pack is staying together...its unusual. Aside from the fact they seem to be growing more numerous as time goes on. It also might be better to have more than that. And if they are both a Hunter and a Guardian would be best, but of course they don't need to be. Its going to be a challenge no matter what. Part of my time was spent trying to cleave stragglers from the pack. They never separated into a group smaller than ten. Which was too high of a risk considering the small distance between that group and the pack. The more able hands the better really. Whats important is taking them out."

Raegar took the sheet of paper and glanced at it. "I will be sure to do so. I would like to leave no later than two days from now. After that I believe they will be into more populated lands, and we'll have many bodies on our hands. If there are few others without assignment right now. I have come to understand there are a number of younger Corps members enduring punishment for ignoring orders. Perhaps a couple of them could join if need be, under condition of their continued punishment when we return. After all I believe you'd agree that keeping the people safe takes priority. It will be your call however." He held out a shovel like hand to Valenti. "I will let you get back to your responsibilities."

Raegar nodded, "Barring any addition signs of fiends I will return immediately. Otherwise I'm honor bound to track the beast down and end it as you know." The big man gave Valenti a nod and turned to walk from the room.

As was the norm for the vast majority of Hunters and Guardians the returning warriors made haste to find their way to the cafeteria almost immediately upon their return.
Roger Christos walked in and snatched up a plate which he quickly loaded down with fish and breads. He checked his meal out and then made his way over to a table where he slumped down into a chair. The man wore a short crop of hair with matching stubble along his jaw. He had a lean wolfish face and a hooked nose. He wore simple clothing in tans and browns of heavy cotton. His long gloves, high boots, and close-fitting hooded jacket were all of well worn brown leather. A simple, but functional, saber rode on each of his hips. and a pair of flintlocks rode in holsters strapped to his thighs.
Roger removed his gloves and set them on the table off to one side and began digging into his meal.
As Roger ate another man walked in. He cut quite a striking figure in his finely embroidered trousers and his silk shirt. His supple leather boots were polished to a shine. A pair of gloves, matching his boots, were tucked into his wide belt. He also wore a dark crimson jacket with golden embroidery at the cuffs and collar. He glanced about the room with his bright blue eyes peering out from his noble face. He wore a small smirk across his freshly shaven face with its high cheekbones and its strong jaw. His long blonde hair was still damp from a quick wash and he let it fall about his shoulders freely.
The fine young man, Dimitri Fenris, walked to the serving tables and, after taking up a plate, helped himself to a collection of venison steaks, pheasant, and a variety of vegetables with a glass of wine. He checked out and sauntered over to the table his companion had recently claimed.
"You never cease to amaze me with how quickly you can strip out of that armor, shave, and shower." Roger said.
"Years of practice." Dimitri said back. "In a noble family you are expected to go from things such as festivals and competitions directly to banquets and parties in a matter of minutes. One eventually masters the art of doing these sorts of things with practiced ease, and the utmost efficiency,"
"I see. So in the end it's all to impress the other nobility."
"And pretty young women. Never forget the importance of the pretty young women." Dimitri said as he, too, began to eat.

Will continued to operate the elevators. Up. Down. Up. Down... He was so accursedly bored. He resolved then and there that the next day he would be sneaking a book in with him when it was time for his shift. He needed something to occupy his mind during the long stretches of time when he was not actually ferrying people up and down, which he was now discovering did not actually happen that often.

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