Last night Drifus had given her some pointers on what to do in case the two got separated. He'd given her a sigil that told the guards that she was under his protection. But no, it wasn't a military sigil. Rather, it was a aristocratic one. Although without any real authority given the current circumstances, Drifus was still a noble and most of the country didn't know he didn't have said authority.
The barrack was round with a dome above, stretching about a hundred meter in radius. Although it had only one floor, the ceiling was far too high. High enough that Lenora had to strain her neck, trying to see it. About a couple hundred soldiers were here, some patrolling, some walking about, some chatting.
Lenora expected the place to have rooms or different parts but it was just a massive room with some pillars and nothing else. Some people were actually just sleeping on the side while some were doing work with table and chairs.
They did have one room though- the toilet. Just one.
