This time, the camp contained mostly soldiers rather than adventurers or civilians. The lower rank of the dungeon likely explained the difference. Since the region had no large cities nearby, the army probably chose to handle the situation itself.
The exact reason did not matter to Kiara.
She had no intention of staying long either way.
While they walked toward the command tent, several soldiers who had met Kiara during the previous dungeon break recognized her immediately.
Some whispered quietly to each other.
Others stared openly.
But only one soldier approached them.
"Hello, Zorric."
The man smiled warmly before turning toward Kiara.
"And you must be Lady Kiara, right?"
Kiara recognized him quickly.
The soldier's name was Ashen.
A familiar detail caught her eye immediately.
A P-365 pistol hung at his waist inside a leather pouch that roughly resembled a holster.
Kiara raised an eyebrow. "Are you part of the firearms unit?"
Ashen nodded proudly. "Yes."
