"You know what they say privates?" Chimes a rather easy going redhead as he paces back and forth in front of his platoon. "N-No...?" He stops and turns towards his lot of soldiers in the making, he smirks before chucking a laugh. "That there's something in the heart of the battlefield... Well when you're out and about in it." The lot stare quizzically at the man who embodies their ideals of what it means to be a soldier. He holds up one hand, his index finger pointing to the sky, he takes in some air before saying: "That there is Gold in the Fog somewhere~" "What does that even mean...?" Being cryptic, he turns his back towards them and stares into the golden sun before softly shrugging. "To each man and woman, it means different, but just know that like the recherché metal itself, it's meaning is absolutely priceless."
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