"These are the men who applied for joining the army?" Arrora asked. Looking at the crowd of young boys and girls who looked as thin as sticks in rags, she didn't hope for knights in shining armor but she certainly didn't expect this
"Lady Adria, I chose these men according to your requirements," Clemo replied, counting his fingers. "Male or female, no criminal record, above 18, under 35 years old and not disabled... I have checked over everyone carefully"
After Don left for Sigalla, Lord Clemo thought he could have some break, yet, he was busier than a honey bee as Amaryll, Dior, and Adria had given him more work than he imagined.
Alright, Arrora knew that he could not expect too much. After all, the crops that DOn ordered them to buy had just started to sprout and the soups and porridges the black-armored men were giving these people barely filled their bellies, let alone put some muscles and fat in these youngsters.
