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║ age twenty-six ║ gender male ║ role commander ║ location camp ║ tags elias, everyone ║ form relations ║
Vaxas shot a glance at Elias as he passed. "Good morning to you too, Elias, but I am your commander at this moment. Try not to address me by my first name," he chuckled, before the stoicalness returned to his expression. He eyed certain recruits who were significantly shorter than the rest. Considering the average for the army was five feet and eight inches, Vaxas could do nothing but wonder. Were the surrounding towns in the kingdom really poor enough that citizens were malnourished to the point of being vertically challenged? He'd have to train these men to be good fighters, or at least agile ones. Small soldiers are always picked on first in battle.
"Now that I have your undivided attention..." Vaxas began, folding his hands together behind his back. His partially teal gaze bore into those in the front of the crowd, his dead eye, onlooking, unmoving as it had lost its ability to. The grey pupil remained in one position, incapacitated. "My name is Vaxas Tavrinth. This is the only time you will hear that name, spoken by myself. I am the commander of Eleyah's army, and you are to address to me as 'sir', or 'commander' formally, and nothing else." Vaxas didn't mention Elias or Brannon at any point, they should know themselves that outside training and in private, they were free to call him informally by a nickname, or simply his first name.
"You're all either here because you wish to serve our kingdom, or because you were dragged here against your will. I will train you regardless of your reasons, regardless of your age, or ambitions. But! Poor behaviour on my domain results in serious consequences. The authorities gave me this job because I can handle the troublemakers. Think twice about acting out of line."
Vaxas clenched his teeth and glared at Matthias with narrow eyes. He could still see the man even as he stood in the back, clearly avoiding contact. "Now, each of the new recruits will be following their personal trainers, who are more experienced fighters in the army. I will be one among many of these trainers. Pairs will be announced by sundown today. You are all dismissed, set up your tents if you haven't already!" All the names of the new recruits had been noted down when they either enrolled or were taken away. There would be no complications in placing archers with other archers, and soldiers with other soldiers, leaving the commander to train a scout.
Vaxas took a deep breath before looking at Matthias again. The men hadn't spoken to each other at all since the incident, and he thought that it would be time for a word, although not a friendly one. Vaxas acted highly on impulse, and perhaps it would not be a good idea to be speaking to somebody you blamed for killing your beloved brother, but the commander deemed the conversation necessary. "Except for you, Faulk. Meet me in my tent." Vaxas ambled off, weaving through the dispersing crowd. He lifted the opening flap of his tent upon entering, releasing it to let it fall back into place behind him. Vaxas tossed his katana onto the desk before him, not even bothering to look as it knocked over a five inch stack of paperwork. He was too focussed on a photograph that had fallen off the edge.
