"Listen, Damien, this isn't an option anymore. The recruitment board has been looking for you since you left. You have to do this, you have to, there's war coming and we need bright young men like you. Who knows, maybe you'll run into your dad out there somewhere but you can't just go exploring the countryside on your own looking for him, it's a deathwish. Listen, Damien, I've known you since you were just a boy and I know losing Vasel hurt but if you get on board with this, then you can help us take it back yourself. Listen, we managed to convince the recruitment office here in Rinneheim to observe your experience and education so you can maintain your private first class rank. Look kid, I even made sure they set you up in a good squad. Squad 4 will be just fine, your sarge, he's a freaking cop, you're in good hands okay? This isn't a sentence Damien, it's an opportunity to find your dad and make him proud. Plus if you say no they'll put you in jail, so take your papers and get moving." he finished, it was Riggs, one of Damien's old friends from Vasel who was passing through Rinneheim helping them with the militia conscription process, Damien was just unlucky enough to run into him and be thrust into the militia.

Making his way through the thick crowd in the town plaza, Damien waded through the mass of organized confusion just fine. It was just like the old street markets in Varen, where he used to run fabric back and forth for his mom. Felt good to being back in a town, albeit not one as big as Vasel but it was a nice play. Plenty of Darcsen, which was different, but didn't really bother Damien. Okay, where's squad 4? He heard shouts for every other squad in the 12th company, but no Squad 4. Looking down at his papers, it was Sergeant Harald he needed to find, which was proving to be a much more difficult task than it should have been. This guy was a police officer right? Shouldn't be too hard to find. Adjusting his uniform a bit, the plaza began to clear up and Damien still couldn't find anyone. Walking towards the next crowd, a large group of uniformed recruits piling into a pub, Damien was stopped just before stepping inside.

Damien turned away just to spot two older looking men walk towards the center of the plaza. One of them was a police officer, definitely, just look at how he walked. Filing in with the rest of his squadmates, Damien only caught glances of them as he looked forward and listened attentively to his Sergeant. A wave of eagerness rushed over him as he listened to his Sarge, mumbling answers under his breath. "...probably a Gallian-S1...should be armed soon..." as soon as his introduction was done, and time was given for his Corporal to say a few words, Damien stood forward, his hand ready to give a firm handshake. "Afternoon Sergeant Harald, I'm Damien Varrot, Private First Class and lead scout for your squad."