Javier brushed off his hands and stretched as he stood up. "Alright, I'm done with my meal. Time to continue the tour. Captain Garrick?"
Garrick stood up straight, his face still a little red from earlier. "Yes, Young Master. Please follow me."
The maids, finished with their meals, quickly lined up and hurried to their places around Javier, their graceful movements catching the attention of the soldiers again.
"Lead the way, Captain," Javier said casually, hiding the mischief inside him.
Garrick took the group to a quieter part of the barracks, where the healer units were. Inside, the air smelled faintly of herbs and potions. Several healers—both men and women—were busy grinding ingredients, preparing bandages, or practicing minor healing spells on dummies.
"This is the healer section, Young Master," Garrick began. "We currently have around 80 people with healing talent."
