Callie gave the girl a long, analytical stare. She reacted with genuine fear, this wasn't some put-up by a clever wolf. Callie sighed, "Aren't goats suppose to escort the new recruits here..."

Callie sighed and collapsed her spear, holstering it on her back, tourists. Lupa gave them an idea what was waiting for them when they went to join the legion. She glanced around the woods looking for danger, but it seemed pretty empty around here, "Let's go, the camp director and warhorse probably will know what to do with you."