Bargo had left the main building; there was nothing for him to do there, and he was more so hoping he wouldn't have to do anything.
If a fight did occur, he was unsure if he could even stop them from clashing, since he was only one person. Sure, he was strong, a middle-stage warrior, but that wasn't enough against an entire clan.
Anyone who thought they could go against a clan in their own base had to be a little messed up in the head.
Regardless, Bargo was now walking through the streets, picking up his feet in a joyful manner. He was using his ears to follow a specific area, and that was the recruitment barracks.
Arriving, the clan members greeted him, some of them he had shown his plaque to before he had been let in, and he eventually was in a sand outdoor area where the members were training.
Many of them were using weapons and bringing out a few items for the new recruits to be tested on.
