Although he wasn't entirely happy about it, Lonan had joined the army at his master's insistence.  Thankfully, his master had joined as well; however, as a powerful sorcerer, he wasn't always there.  This was one of those times.  Having been left to his own devices, he had taken a book of the history of the dark arts and settled down in a corner to read.  His mage robes had been altered for greater practicality, and his Flux tome sat next to him, ready to be used; all in all, despite his reading, he was probably the dark mage most ready for combat.

Turning a page, Lonan did his best to ignore the others in the army.  Some were gossiping, some were arguing, some were keeping to themselves like he was, but the dark mage wanted nothing to do with them.  Even if he did, he would have no clue how to go about starting a conversation.  One thing he had learned was that very few people were as interested as he and his master were in the theory of dark magic.  Best to keep himself separate.

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Niamh was in the army because she had been hired, plain and simple. One thing that amused her, however, was the amount of people who had heard of the Swordlady and were in awe of her.  One of the downsides of this, however, was that few were bold enough to speak to her, which led to her current situation: leaning against a wall, sword sheathed, bored out of her mind.  If only there was someone to challenge, someone she could test her blade against.