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Nat stared, slackjawed, at Varrelle as the Sergeant turned away to continue his bellowing elsewhere. "11 darellins! We only get payed 4 darellins until we complete all our basic, primary, and secondary training!" Dyl was equally surprised at the pay.
"You could get tons of stuff with 11 darellins! They pay cooks that much! Wow! I am going to have to learn to cook better," Dyl smiled.
"Your first day in the Army and you've already landed a good job! You have better luck than I," Nat stated.
Varrelle quickly switched the topic and seemed a bit distressed to Nat, though he couldn't see why. She had landed a good job, and was going to be paid quite well, and at the same time wouldn't have to be kept captive. He felt a little guilty at not completing his orders exactly but at least she wasn't running loose. The only reason for the order to capture anyone who they met was only to keep them from falling into the hands of Siltinians and giving away our position. So everything was fine.
"Where are you from?" Varrelle asked, as they headed out of town.
"We are from the village of Hubleton in the region of Laodin" Nat replied. "And you?"
"I too am from a small village but it is no where of importance. You probably have never heard of it. I haven't ever heard of Hubleton. What is it like?" Varrelle responded quickly hoping to avoid giving away much of her past.
Nat pondered her strange reaction for a bit while Dyl answered carefully, telling about the village green and the old inn. Obviously by Dyl's carefulness, he too noticed Varrelle's evasions. They led her to the 101st's camp and showed her the cooks quarters. Since the previous cook had been a man it was smack dab in the middle of the camp. Nat and Dyl helped her move all the equipment to the edge of camp. She noted that it was quite a bit to carry.
"Well the cook usually has a pack mule to carry his pans. The cook is also the quartermaster of supplies and is in charge of gathering whatever the company needs. Right now we live off of cold rations but that makes it easy for you. Once the campaign is over though, you will have to start cooking," Nat explained.
As they finished a messenger rode into the camp. His horse was winded and he didn't look like he was doing that great himself. He gave the lieutenant a message before galloping off. All the soldiers gathered around to find out what was going on. The lieutenant gravely raised his head.
"Men! We are ordered to move out immediately and march due west to rejoin the main army for a final attack. This is probably going to be the most decisive charge of the battle. Let us prepare to go do our duty!" the lieutenant shouted.
There was a general cheer as the soldiers began packing up the camp swiftly.
"Well I guess we can pack up your stuff now and head out," Nat said with fake cheer. He and Dyl helped Varrelle before heading off to collect their own gear and provisions.
Once out of earshot Nat turned to Dyl and asked, "Do you think she is hiding something?"
"Yeah I have the same feeling. Like she doesn't really trust us or is trying to hide something. Very queer, makes me wary around her. I'm not sure if we can really trust her," Dyl stated. He was always wary about strange things. Nat wanted to trust her, after all she had healed him...but she acted so strangely.