They were woken the next day by Ranta giving some kind of a war cry. He swore to empty the forest of Mud Goblins so no Volunteer after them would ever know Mud Goblins exist. Lord Skullhell would be so pleased with the pile of corpses, he'd make Ranta his lieutenant. He would then overthrow Skullhell in single combat and all the beautiful big breasted woman would lie at his feet. Naturally, the generous Ranta-sama would make room for the flat chested ones too. There was that obnoxious laughter.
"Damrow. I don't care what you pussies think. We're going to Damrow."
"Mm. Damrow", said Brewary.
"Damrow", said Roland. Jakson nodded.
Still, curiosity reigned and Fireteam Alpha decided it was amusing enough to stay quiet for now. They wanted to see what kind of unlucky fools would end up with this Ranta the Dreadknight. They dressed quietly. Ranta protested being dragged out to apologize for the previous night's incident. Naturally, he refused with an "I didn't see anything, quit whining". After more berating, they made to leave. There was a Warrior among them, due to his heavier footsteps and the rattle of chainmail and a heavy weapon accidentally bumping into a wall. Fireteam Alpha snuck out in full gear, headed to wash their faces, necks and mouth and followed the Volunteers a distance. It was worth the sacrifice of morning cleaning.
"Fucking hell, it's the teacher's-pet-pretty-boy Manato. You remember this dude?", Demit asked Brewary. Clearly he did. Manato was also asking around at Sherry's the same time as Demit and Brewary. He had a naturally likeable personality so people actually bought drinks for him. Some of what they learned that day were from listening in to his conversations.
"So training like usual, right? Then pretty-boy shows up. The Head Priest takes one fucking look and personally made it his business to train the guy. That old man's a real drill sergeant, so he grilled Manato from the get-go. Poor fucker. That's grooming, that's what. This Manato's the next head Priest of Lumiaris Temple. I mean, you gotta be extra special to deal with THIS motherfucker."
Ranta was in the dark armour of the Dreadknight. He had spiky red hair and swaggered as he walked. He basically broadcasted his position with his voice. The enmity between Skullhell and Lumiaris trickled down to the Volunteer Soldiers. There was an unwritten understanding so the Priests and Dreadknights tolerated each other, the Priests based on respect and compassion and the Dreadknights as Priests being one of the 2 essential classes for a party.
The Thief was dressed like Jakson, only his arms were bare and without the 2 water skins and bag. Jakson recognized the Thief, but only by his trade name, which wasn't for sharing with other Classes. His name was probably "Parupiro", as that was what Ranta was yelling at the Thief, ordering him to be a more reliable person.
The Warrior was taller than Brewary, broad and strong. He looked more suited to carrying and swinging the oversized swords the Warrior trainees were issued. His face had a dependable look to it, remarked Brewary. That was a gentle giant, and wouldn't mind snuggling up to him in bed at night. He did need some telling what to do, though. Still, he wasn't Renji the 'puppy'.
"I saw her only once, during a joint shooting", said Roland about Yume who was holding hands with a Mage. "She doesn't look like she knows what she's doing. Couldn't shoot her bow properly. Never saw her use that machete, though. The Hunt Master's fond of her too."
"Your Sergeant not good enough for you, Marksman? You eyeballing other chicks now?". That question came so quickly, Roland could only garble some sounds. Demit and Brewary laughed.
"Just fucking with you, soldier. Take it easy". Jakson put his arm around Roland's head.
The last member was the only member to notice Fireteam Alpha. She heard the laughter, looked back and quickly looked away. The Mage wore her wide-brimmed hat which she pulled lower to hide her eyes. She kept her body language small and looked like she was frightened of everything. Still, she watched her surroundings discreetly. Jakson motioned breasts and hips to Roland. He looked again and noticed that her Mage robe couldn't really conceal those soft thighs and breasts. He nodded a few times, which seemed to please Jakson. He put his water skin at Roland's mouth to give him a drink. Ugh, that distilled stuff from yesterday. How does one drink that on an empty stomach? More importantly, I bet this Ranta will give her a hard time, thought Roland.
"They're not doing too well, aren't they?", remarked Brewary. Observing them, they were dressed in trainee clothing too but were more unkempt. They had none of the accompaniments like extra belts, skins and bags that Fireteam had.
"Wait. That bragging last night. They killed only 1 Mud Goblin?", Roland asked. Jakson found that funny so he stopped to squat and laugh. The laughter spread throughout the group.
"Outstanding! Fireteam Alpha is going to Damrow. Hooah!"
"Hooah!", answered Roland and Brewary.
"Uraaa!", answered Jakson.
The Mage turned around again. This time she told the Hunter, who saw just another bunch of people and waved. The 3 men walking in front were oblivious, given the noise Ranta was making.