Reality

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.