Anna Carina
The short walk to the barracks was enough for Anna to relax a little from all the information she had received from the meeting. As she approached the entrance to the barracks, she remembered that Wulfard had said these barracks would be the Hunter's own, which Anna appreciated. Not that she had anything against the common foot soldiers of Kareth... probably. However, Anna was expecting them to be as run-on-the-mill as any other barrack she had seen in her time serving in the Maderiv army. Which she did not mind. To her, a rough bed was much better than the rock and soil she had slept on often during the Seven-Year War.
Right as Anna reached for the door handle of the barracks, she was stopped by the guard standing right outside. "Wulfard did mention there would be a guard," she thought in passing. The guard produced an envelope from his uniform, and holding it up, said. "Are you Anna Carina?" Anna simply nodded in affirmative. "Excellent. There is a letter for you. This also came with the letter... " The guard proceeded to hand her both the letter and a duffel bag. Taking them, Anna thanked him and headed on into the barracks.
Shattering her preconceived notions, the barracks proved themselves to be quite pleasant. Perhaps a bit too much for a person who had lived almost all their life in a desert oasis and in military encampments. Deciding to take a bed as far from the entrance of the barracks as possible, Anna settled the duffel bag in a bed and proceeded to open the letter and read it.
She merely chuckled lightly after reading the letter, folding it and placing it back into its envelope. "Still looking out for me, you old bastard?" she thought. Placing the letter on the bed, Anna proceeded to open the duffel bag and took out the items within. A breech loading rifle, a sheathed sabre, and a small ammunition bag (which given a slight shake, was revealed to be almost full of bullets). All of the items were from her time in the Maderiv army. Whether it was a particular scratch on the stock of the rifle, or the dog-looking blotch on the cloth of the ammo bag. Smiling with familiarity, Anna settled all but the rifle on the bed. Then she sat on the bed and inspected the weapon, all the while wondering the kinds of hurdles her acquaintance had gone through to get the exact equipment she had been issued during the war.
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