As the newly formed squads were getting to know each other the same man who greeted my van so kind and orderly stepped in front as the last squads were finally formed.
"Alright, kiddo's you might be wondering why you're not in separate squads. Well it's pretty simple each squad has a district and each sub squad has a specific mission type for the mission. I'll give you the first three squad numbers mission type to give you an example. If you have a one next to your squad name you are going to be defender's, border patrol, and basic missions that have to do with protecting the district. Those of you who have a two next to your name are going to be focused on attacking, dealing with bandits, and other squad's. Lastly, we have the squads with a three, you guys are focused on stealth and infiltration."
*Bram, that'll be fun don't you think. We get to be the spies for the military and our section.*
*Are....are you actually happy? What is this.*
*... I hate you, and the fact that you think I'm not happy. This is why I call you an idiot, even though I have sentience doesn't mean we don't share things. Our emotion's are shared period what you feel I feel a little more extreme.*