The hustle and bustle of Lomedor’s daily rush hour reached otherworldly proportions as Demetrio dodged, bobbed, and weaved through the death-defying chariot riders which so often had been the cause of quite a few accidents. Oddly, Demetrio never minded the charioteers and carriage drivers.

Fortunately for most, Demetrio wasn’t the sadistic murderer that plagued much of Lomedor, but the injuries which these riders caused were provide a never-ending amount of clients for the young and slowly but surely, prestigious healer. He had gotten quite the reputation for healing as well as the overly extravagant bills which he gave his customers, but high quality deserved the highest quantity of pay. It was a family tradition which Demetrio had slowly carried over from the tea merchant business both his father and brother were in. His sister Teirana, was a different story, but that’s one for another day and time.

At the time however, Demetrio finally enjoyed another day off from the hospitals of Lomedor where surprisingly no emergencies were happening. Being the “responsible” healer that Demetrio was, he had handed in all of his medical reports on his patients, never mind that fact that he had made up most of the ailments just to pass the time faster. Yes, although Demetrio was indeed the skilled healer he was renowned for, he was also a lazy one, but what cleric wouldn’t be?

With the sun at his back and not a cloud in the sky, Demetrio decided that nothing could rain on his parade despite the fact that a harsh wind was still plunging through the streets of Lomedor, sending many of the citizens a chill. Well, Demetrio had seen the report for the predicted cold outbreak, and he was rather prepared for it.

Finally, the young Vasquez reached the market square, his bag prepared to do the day’s hunting for food and drink. However, another vibrant sign soon caught the boy’s attention. Peering closer, the healer soon saw that quite a large crowd of men and boys, both his age and older were all surrounding a small flyer glued to the wall with particular interest. Pushing and shoving his way so that he could catch a closer look, Demetrio soon noticed it to be a recruitment poster of the Lomedor Guard and Reserves. Demetrio immediately rejected the idea of joining the military or even the armed forces, until he saw a note for healers particularly. Field Medics would receive free training and higher pay! Remembering his dreams to become a valuble task member of the War on the Moon, Demetrio immediately copied down the instruction on his hand before completing the day’s shopping.

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With the groceries safely sent home with his address, Demetrio soon decided to find his local recruitment office, only to notice an enormous line. With a sigh, Demetrio noticed that he was actually glad to have brought his armor from home for the occasion. Peering around, every single man was armed nearly to the teeth in preparation for earning the best positions in the ranks of the Guard. Well, what was the worst that could happen? He doubted the Reserves would ever have a chance to draw swords against an enemy and at least the free training would be welcome.

It had been so long since Talen had actually had something to do, some...eventfulness in his life that he was hardly even considering staying in Arda any more, figuring to perhaps go somewhere else, take a ship somewhere. The Lone Warriors had turned from being an all-good guild, and thus he'd left their ranks, unfortunately taking from them their master healer, but they'd manage just fine without him he didn't doubt. Most of this dull time off he'd spent in the Taurai Woods, which he'd essentially made his home as a blue panther, his alternate form to this mostly human form.

Nonetheless, his clothes were in as good a condition as ever, and as he wandered back into the city streets of Lomedor, he wondered what all the talk seemed to be. Dodging his way further through the currently crowded alleys, he saw a large group of people gathered together near a wall, and made his way further to it, close enough to read the sign on it.

So more guards were needed for Lomedor's defense? That wasn't much of a surprise, come to think of it, especially after the most recent attack from Tithdaeron and his forces. The city often seemed to be turned into a battleground, though he'd have thought that the Syndicate of Blades, located near the center of it, would be of plenty help toward its defense. Though it seemed that that help wasn't enough, if it even existed...

Shrugging to himself and making a quick trip to his little hiding place in the alleys to pick up his staff and sling it across his back, he ended up shortly at the back of a long line of apparent hopefuls, each of them armed a lot better than he was. Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all...