"Well, time to go I guess." Villin's locker neighbor said before quickly jogging over to the door.
Everyone here was paid well for the job and they didn't want to be tardy, within a minute nearly a third of the guards had already moved through the door as they followed the general to the training grounds.
Villin shook his head at this group as he thought, 'The general was right, it truly is a bad batch.'
The reason for this, of course, was that they weren't supposed to follow the general at all. Just a few minutes ago Eveline, the current manager of the auction, came to tell them they could only follow the commands of the three people present, unless they told them to follow someone else's command.