Taking in the familiar and unfamiliar faces and names of cultivators who had distinguished themselves in the war all across the continent, Qatrand was given time to peruse them. Some bore goldenrod ink seals indicating highly successful operations. Others carried black marks in a box on their first page, for tallying the number of confirmed Intermediate and higher kills.
But too many bore the white wax seal in a corner that marked their lives as cut short. Her fingers paused over one particular file like that - a warhammer wielder from the Ironclad Order. A man whom she remembered from the competition duels, that had made it to the finals for their region.
