[center][b]Patricia Rynir
Optio in the 16th Legion.[/center][/b]

It was getting dark. Most men would be sleeping in the barracks. And they likely thought they had deserved it. After a day of training and being ordered to drill, they were tired and spent. Most of them grumbled as they would walk in groups towards the barracks. Looking with her hands at her back how the soldiers of that were under her command were moving away from the training field, Patricia had a stern expression on her face. The tesseari under her command had been likely wondering why she had only been training three of the five units under her command. Turning around, Patricia gained a smirk on her face.

Moving to the barracks of the optio, that had more luxury but still wouldn't be that luxurious, Patricia thought about what she would arrange soon. The unit that she hadn't ordered to train would soon gain the command to patrol. There was an area that seemed to be troubled by some bandits. She would send two units of her towards the location. Of course she would need the centurion to agree with her, but she could convince the man of doing that. Besides, she would need to ride with the soldiers. So far she was respected as the optio, but many would see her as an inexperienced young brat. A rich spoiled noble brat that thought she could lead them already into battle. Patrica wasn't that naive. She had to win their respect and with drilling them that wouldn't be something she could achieve. Though she wouldn't do it neither with being soft. The Legion had no place for soft hearted fools. Those were the first ones to die. Next with the courageous morons that blindly charged into battle.

But for now she would sleep. Tomorrow she would rally the two units. Then she would head out and see if she could instill some respect with her troops.