The camp slumbered as the sounds of the forest spread. It was calming to these soldiers, for months they have all been out here chasing history and digging up treasures of an era that has been long forgotten. And frankly speaking the experience has not exactly been pleasant. Even in joint missions like this, guild politics still played a huge role in how the different factions of The Boreas treated each other, especially when power plays have already been made.
Pasco grunted in annoyance as he watched the fire about to die out in front of him. This entire operation had been one annoying fuck fest from beginning to end. He was a soldier for the military but honestly it didn't matter much, the military gave better treatment because they were the ones trying their hardest to catch up in power with the other guilds, however in the end they were all the same
