Quiet one more, no one talked inside this place, which was weird, it was as if the people inside this place didn't know how to have any fun.
But he should hace expectes.
Plus, he recently saw some of them joining the arena. Just how on earth did they get so fast here?
Quiet.
No laughter. No casual arguments. No careless chatter echoes between walls. It was as if the walls were inches wide, but you would be surprised that they are thinned then you would think.
It was strange. A place filled with warriors, yet it felt closer to a monastery than a barracks. Even when people moved, they did so with purpose. When wood struck wood, it was controlled. When steel met steel, it was measured.
As if noise itself were unnecessary.
He should have expected it.
Discipline like this did not grow in loud soil.
