Angus nearly fell off of his narrow bunk when the Battlemaster yelled in through the door. He sat up quickly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He had not rested well the night before, since he wasn't used to the cramped, uncomfortable bed. The other recruits were stumbling around, slipping on their trousers and tunics while trying to simultaneously make their beds. Angus joined them in the complicated effort, then followed the group out of the door.
"Well, good morning to you, too," said the tall youngster to the Battlemaster, passing by on his way through the door. "I hope you slept well. What is on the agenda for today?"