Rows of straw dummies line the fields, and weapon racks line the field. Men are attacking the dummies as if their life depended on it. The smell of sweat fills your nostrils, and sounds shouting fills your ears. Its a small simple training area that many men enter to train, and fight each other. Once a farmland full of fruits, and vegetables, now full of sweaty bodies, and straw dummies.
This was where people came to train with their weapons, and magic to learn how to fight, and defend themselves. The training is intense, but it is worth it, and very valuable.
Varnis is sitting there swinging an axe showing new recruits how to fight, and defend them selves. Seeming bored, he thought of how his old days with mercenary work was. Fighting goblins, and ogres, making sure the towns he fought for where safe, and he received his payment. Those where the days. Sighing, he continues to swing the axe, showing them how to use it combined with a shield, only to be interrupted by a few people coming by him, wishing how to fight as well.
