Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20161118070138

Both of the trainees fell into the hay, with the grand amount of stock in the hole helping to stop their fall.

"Good job," the General's voice said. He was standing over the hole, looking at the two sitting in the hay. "You can fall without dying. That's a skill basically every huntsman has." A loud roar could be heard, and the General, disinterested, looked up, away from the hole.

"Lesson three," he said, pointing with a crooked arm outside of the hole, "Stealth. That sound you just heard is a Beringel. You guys are in it's neck of the woods. Make your wayback to the compound. Oh, and one morething." The General tossed down a small pack, full of what appeared to be beef jerky.

"There's your rations. You've got until noon. Survive." He stepped away from the hole, with only the sound of quick footsteps heading away. Loud pounds with a simultaneous roar were extremely audible. The Beringel was close.

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"I dunno," the girl said, "I like having a knife out. Never know what's gonna happen, I might need it." She flipped it again, catching it by the flat of the tip.

"But I believe you," she continued, "And moreover, the Governor is fine with you being here. So I'll tolerate you. For now." She tossed the knife into the air, jutting out her hip and catching the spinning blade in its hip sheath.

"Now," she said, "Is there something else you actually need?"