The shock troops dispersed swiftly, each heading off to attend to their respective duties. The atmosphere in the sanctuary was one of quiet confidence as the warriors continued about their routines, leaving only Vorgrim and Dravos behind with Canna.
"Vorgrim," Canna said, turning to his trusted battle-hardened companion, "you're up. We've got new recruits eager to join the ranks of our warriors. You know what to do."
Vorgrim gave a brief nod, the gleam in his eyes unmistakable. The idea of training fresh blood, pushing them beyond their limits, was something that always fueled his warrior spirit. He lived for this, for the chance to forge new warriors out of raw talent and iron will.
Dravos, meanwhile, stood silent, his calm, watchful demeanor a stark contrast to Vorgrim's fiery enthusiasm. Canna addressed him next, "Dravos, one of the sanctuary warriors will escort you to the seamstress. I need you ready in 30 minutes, full uniform."
