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"I'm fine." Vaiven said as they walked. The walking continued for about an hour until they reached the outpost. He ran his mouth on the beauty of Maslona, since he loved the city so much. It probably got on Herast's nerves though. The outpost was a rather large one actually. It was called Raven's Post. It guarded the main highway and prevented bandits from roaming with regular patrols down the roads. The outpost consisted of sixty men, an inn, a supply shop, and a blacksmith. It was quaint, but fitting.

He led Herast to the inn where he ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Prime beef and tivian wine. The wine came first and Vaiven drank the glass with a few quick gulps. He looked at the wine, then to Herast.

"When you work for the Duke, every meal is fine. What we're about to eat is only five silver, cheap. I'm personally accustomed to wine imported from Ashe. It has a certain sweetness, yet dry as well." He said. Then he got back to business. "I suspect you'll get a starting salary. Does ten thousand silver a year work for you? That is after you've proven yourself, of coarse." A whip to shape up the army would be well worth the pay. Besides, the treasury was in no danger of ever depleting any time soon, especially from a few thousand measly silver.