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Chapter 8

The rest of the DragonWolves filed into the galley and took in a respective set of lunch rations. Aster saw that a few of them weren’t present. Namely Wriixer who was at the helm and three others who kept watch. They each sat onto the table and opened their rations all at the same time, with each member staring at their food as if waiting for the signal to eat. Damnation, they are really waiting for my command. Aster thought to herself as she gave the order. The dining custom was encountered by her as a cadet in the Dragon’s Point Military Academy, the square movements, speedy dining and consummate chewing. All textbook military decorum.

“Do our troops know that they are no longer in the academy?” She asked, Froster who had begun to partake in his rations.

“Mam?” The Lieutenant had just swallowed a big bite of rice, beans and
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