With the preparation of war underway, Nike has had scarce time for herself these days - although, she was already far too used to not having much time for herself. Back as a simple soldier or liutenant, she never did have her own tent, and even more so for her situation. Tyche smiled down on her however, for her subsequent meeting and connection with Vangelis meant Nike eventually got her own tent and privacy, which meant she could take out her binds at night to give her muscles a rest whilst she sleep, even if she still wore 3 layers in case of any inopportune moments.
But in the hustle of getting ready for the war, Nike had been returning to her quarters close to dawn for a few short hours of sleep before returning back to work, and it didn't help that due to the attack on the royals, her job as a bodyguard only doubled up in necessity.
Taking a quick reprieve that evening after she had assigned her captains and lieutenants to check on the weapons and armor of everyone and ensure everything was up to scratch, the woman Commander reminded them once again that a training session was scheduled for next dawn, before taking her leave.
Deciding against returning to her quarters, for the night was still alive for the first time in a while, the woman took a turn to the tavern instead. Heading in to the warm, noisy atmosphere that was common to any tavern in Midas, the woman headed straight for the counter, getting her usual tankard of mead with a grin at the barkeep who was far too used to her face being around.
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