Wevar was bored, time to walk to the barracks. Meanwhile, Bonest was organizing some of the loose papers on the floor. Wevar opened the door, "Hiya Bonest, any trouble?". Bonest shrugged, "Just a mud with a sparky-sparky, nothing major sir". Wevar smiled, "Heh, reminds me of my first week. Every night a damned mud threw one into the barracks. It wasn't until the seventh night that someone caught him. I'm telling you, he did not get a second chance". Bonest stood up, "Did they kill 'im?". Wevar nodded, "Eventually, first they slapped him around a bit... then they got really nasty". Bonest held up a hand, "Do I really want to hear any more of this?". Wevar smiled, "You're like me eh? Mudokons are a fickle bunch... While I'd like to leave them alone, sometimes they need a good slap to respect authority". He sighed, "Long story short, they beat the Mud to death with his own leg". Bonest grimaced, "And no-one ever threw a firework in again?". Wevar chuckled, "Are you dense? Of course they did! But we did get a few years of peaceful sleep if that's what you mean!". Wevar handed a coin to Bonest, "Come on kid, I'll get you a drink". Bonest nodded.
Noah shrugged, "Personally I'd like to do some sit-ups. I want to lose some of this fat around my stomach". Noah then started doing sit-ups in the middle of the courtyard. "I feel pretty good now. So, what are you in for?" (he asked this question to Ly).
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