"Well, anyway, all of you have glorious family histories, great ancestors, or perhaps immense wealth and many landed estates. Maybe five years ago, none of you knew what Heilberg was... Sounds like a new fruit pie invented by Mut's Half-Elf chef?" Heilberg continued to speak solemnly.
More than thirty new recruits burst into laughter, but Heilberg remained unfazed, glaring as he continued, "But now, I am Marshal Rick, and I don't care how influential your family is in the Imperial Court, how many Gold Marks are in your treasury, or how many military achievements your ancestors had in the past. None of it counts here with me!"
"Your families sent you here to me, so I have the responsibility to teach you well. Although, in my view, some of you are too weak, some of you are too stupid, and some of you... are too vain. I'm talking about you, Steiner! I can smell your perfume from dozens of people away!" Marshal Rick glared at a recruit standing in the corner.
