Everything about the day so far felt surreal to Felix. It was hot, buggy, and uncomfortable, which wasn't helped by the fact that he was in a crowd of hundreds of people. To further complicate matters, he had just been shouted at by an Imperial-sounding man with a long-outdated face. For a moment, he was afraid he had wandered into the wrong country by mistake, and had signed along with the wrong military. He appreciated the tersity of the speech, though. Felix had never been one to stand on ceremony, and getting things done as quickly as possible seemed like the best solution for everyone. 

Unfortunately, the extra time was practically useless from Felix's perspective. It seemed like nobody knew anybody named "Sergeant Harald", nor were they aware of any information about his squad. It was almost as if it didn't exist, which would be funny if it weren't so inconvenient. Working his way into the town proper, he found his way to a pub with a number of people already there, including some in uniform, including, oddly enough, a young Darcsen sergeant who, apparently, was talking to an older man. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, he walked to the young woman leaning on the side of the building. She seemed exhausted, and her uniform gave her away as being in similar rank to Felix, though clearly his junior by some years.

"Excuse me, lass? I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm lookin' for a Sergeant Harald, of Squad 4. Do you know where I might find 'im?