Winters was no longer acting as a Centurion; he, along with Bard and Andre, had been reassigned to the logistical unit for a rotation internship.
Less than a day into the rotation, Winters and Andre were almost driven insane by the tedious and onerous paperwork, so they decided together to volunteer for the dirty work no one else wanted to do—supervising the division of meat at the bloody, filthy slaughterhouse.
Bard, on the other hand, was in his element among the mountainous piles of archives and documents. His writing skills, honed from years of transcribing scriptures at the Monastery, proved to be of great use in the logistics department. The head of logistics finally found an officer proficient in shorthand and quick calculations, a treasure indeed.
As for why the three warrant officers were transferred to the logistics unit, starts with what happened the day after the Third Legion arrived at Red Sulfur Harbor.
