@liftingthecat
@liftingthecat
Now and then, Aradir didn’t really like being here. As far as he was concerned, his skills were better put to use abroad. But apparently his superiors thought differently. As an apology for thinking he was dead, HQ had given him a command here, at home, in the beautiful Surrey countryside, helping train new recruits. Usually, Captains like him weren’t given such postings, let alone people be Captains at his age- he was only a few years older than the new recruits, for goodness’ sake, and was commanding people older than him- but Aradir understood their need to apologise. This was the best way they could do that. Still, it was a little boring. Aradir spent most of his time cooking, reading or doing paperwork. To be fair to HQ, it was helping.
However, this afternoon, he had received some interesting paperwork. The new recruits would be graduating soon but one of them hadn’t done well at all- unfortunately, one of the ones who would be sent back to prison if he didn’t pass. Aradir had him waiting outside his office right now. One of his people had advised him to just let the boy go to prison, but that didn’t sit right with Aradir at all.
“Come in, Recruit,” He called, putting the papers down.











