[color=f7941d]“I guess…” [/color]Chalsea said quietly as the queen tried to convince her there was no need for apologies on the matter, that she should have taken into account the exhaustion of the nomad woman and her men. It made Chalsea let out a nice soft smile, glad that the other woman wasn’t angry for the destroyed plans for this evening.[color=f7941d]” You are right… tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”[/color] She agreed and nodded as the training session was going to start then. She had promised and already arrange it with some of her veteran soldiers so there was no way to reschedule it.

 The Nomad then rose an eyebrow as she noticed the other woman lift her skirt on the right leg, revealing her tight. Chalsea couldn’t exactly stop looking until Adalia unstrapped the glove from her tight. It was then that the nomad realized what she was doing and pulled her sight away.[color=f7941d][i]’ What are you doing, Chalsea!?’[/i][/color] She screamed in her mind, trying to calm herself. She was acting like a teenager whenever around Adalia for some reason! Hell she needed more training it seems, that would calm her.

 Brining her thoughts once more under control she carefully took the glove almost as if afraid she’d damage it and examined it.[color=f7941d]” So this is the glove you told me about earlier?”[/color] She asked, wondering what exactly this seemingly normal glove would do. Then again it was a magical glove so the effects that the queen explained earlier were quite possible. It wasn’t often one got to receive magical artifacts that would boost one’s abilities with seemingly no drawbacks.

 [color=f7941d]“You know, to the north sometimes they use similar items… There are those called berserkers to the north. The crazed warriors of the Nords. Very dangerous foes who’s rage fills them so much they lose themselves to it. Some are born with that innate ability to give themselves to the rage, some do it through special… substances like mushrooms and so forth. Thing is that they sometimes have these magical pelts that boost one’s abilities in exchange for their minds. Which while normally a huge drawback, for a berserker, who’s mind is already swallowed by the rage, turns it into one of the most terrifying thing I’ve seen on the battlefield.”[/color] She recalled and put the glove on top of her palm to just check if it would fit her first.[color=f7941d]” So this does the same thing without the mind losing effect? I will try it later.” [/color]She added.

 [color=f7941d]“I don’t have the right to not worry and pressure myself.”[/color] Chalsea eventually said with a sigh.[color=f7941d]” I’m the leader of a warband, that’s a lot of responsibility, Adala.”[/color] The mercenary said, rubbing her eyes a little and then yawning for a brief moment[color=f7941d].” Without it’s leader a warband would crumble in a moment. Those men are mercenaries, each is individual and each fight in his own way. They are different from an army. The army has regulations and standards there is a clear chain of command, but in a warband the moment a leader dies, unless the vicecaptain is good enough to hold all the group together, the whole thing falls apart. Currently my second in command doesn’t have the abilities and skill to lead them all. I manage everything about my group so I’m obligated to push myself in order to keep it going.” [/color]She explained, not really even a sound of regret or displease in her voice. She liked her life despite how much pressure on her health it sometimes gave her.[color=f7941d]” Still even this is nothing in comparison to have the responsibility on an entire kingdom on your shoulders, so I just do what I can.”[/color] She added.

 [color=f7941d]“Besides I do relax!”[/color] She suddenly added and swung her hand around as if she held her waraxe.[color=f7941d]” I relax during battles! It’s the perfect way to just kick back, stop worrying about logistics and just kick the living hell out of anything that has the bad idea to get in your way!” [/color]Chalsea exclaimed with an almost childish glee about it.”[color=f7941d] Nothing better than a good old fight! In the end I simply love my job~!”[/color] She was then just about to try to put on the glove when a spark of electricity between it and her ring struck, causing her to jolt.[color=f7941d]” OUCH!” [/color]

[color=f7941d] “Huh… seems my ring doesn’t like that glove…”[/color] She said, throwing a look between the two.[color=f7941d]” I will try it later in my room, when I take off the ring then.”[/color] She added.