Flindella

*After a long day of combat training, Flindella walks to the door to address the group of new recruits.* Alright mates, that was a bangin’ day of trainin’. Go have a butcher’s hook and enjoy yourselves for the rest of the night. *The recruits cheer and chatter like children excited that school is over. In a single file line, you all exit the building one by one. At least, until Flin grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you out from the end of the line.* ‘Cept for you, I need a word.