STEEL AND FLESH

EN ROUTE TO VEGIA 1

It was dawn in the realm of Bauthinia, anticipation filled the air as the first light of dawn cast its warm glow upon the bustling barracks.

The barracks within the Bauthinian capital exuded a masculine and formidable atmosphere.

The structure was sturdy and well-maintained, a testament to the diligence of the soldiers who took pride in their living quarters.

Thick stone walls surrounded the barracks, providing a sense of security and strength.

Inside, the barracks were spacious, yet the room was filled with the essence of martial life.

Rows of beds neatly lined the walls, each adorned with a simple woolen blanket and a small chest for personal belongings.

The smell of leather, oiled armor, and polished weaponry lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of candle wax.

Dimly lit torches hung on the walls, casting long shadows and creating a sense of solemnity.

The flickering flames added an aura of mystery and determination to the otherwise austere ambiance.

Despite the