"Oh," the soldier replies, disappointed. "I was kinda lookin' forward to seein' one."
One of his comrades elbows him. "Keep yer weird preferences to yourself."
The men around him respond in unison, "Yes."
The soldier glances around at his comrades, mock betrayal on his face. "Listen, jus' because I got a thing for women in armor—"
An older soldier cuts him off. "I's don't care what yer into, jus' stop talkin' about it for God's sake. I's feel like I need a dip in the lake after hearing ya speak."
Before you can respond, a familiar voice calls for you from further up the column.
You turn in your saddle and glance up the line. Lada rides atop her horse, gesturing for your attention. I guess I'm needed.
You turn back to the men and say, "That's my cue. Stay out of trouble, men."
"You too, Marshal," one of the soldiers replies.
You pull to the left of the column and set Aurora out at a swift trot, headed up the line.
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