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Barracker had woken up from a rough night's sleep.  His mind was on the upcoming battle ahead.  That same dream, that night.  He despised Viktor and knew that if he ever saw him on the battlefield, because of this wretched curse, that things would ultimately be different.  He would relish the chance to make him pay for his suffering that he bestowed onto him.  Drenched in sweat and his heart pounding like a war drum, he knew it was time to get up.  

After getting dressed, Barracker donned a different set of clothes, from what he was used to.  His body feeling bare and weirdly vulnerable without his leather armour and his mask on.  He forgot what it had felt like to wear anything else and that it would only be for a limited time.  Barracker made his way towards the lounge room to find mother Anne sitting with her fellow workers of the orphanage.  

He greeted her and the rest of the workers and told her he would be off, to do some errands of his own and then would reunite to see how the rest of his friends were doing.  As he thought of his party, Leader James must have thought of him, as well, because that is when he was introduced by mother Anne to a government official, a messenger.  He was sent by James and informed the Paladin of where his presence was requested.  He would have to be at the Military Centre by 10am.  It had been a while since he had been back there.