"Perhaps. But for that, he'll have to stay alive."
"He'll stay alive I'm sure, the guy's really strong despite his age." smiled Varek.
Then he left Karad and caught up with Maxime, saying:
"Now that we've finished our tour of the armory, collected your package and tested you, I'm going to take you to where you'll be resting for the next 7 days."
Maxime nodded, and they then headed for a building more modest in comparison to the armory.
A rusty sign read "Recruits' Quarters".
Inside, the smell of sweat and unkempt weaponry wafted through the air. Bunk beds lined a large common room, while soldiers cleaned their weapons or talked in hushed tones.
"This is your home for now." declared Varek with a wry smile.
"Not very glamorous, is it? But you'll soon learn that comfort is for the dead."
Maxime nodded, noting the palpable tension in the air. The eyes of some of the soldiers turned to him, silently sizing up this newcomer.
