"No, we get paid leave. I was in recovery during that time though. I was quite literally knocked out." [b][i]The green skinned man said, more matter of factly than anything.[/i][/b] [b][i]Ty would chime in again.[/i][/b] "Honestly, conditions are pretty good. Paid leave, free medical and dental, the works."

"Hmm..." He shrugged, continuing to follow. "What do you guys do for fun besides fighting?"

"Depends on the person really." [b][i]The third man would say, the Boston sounding one. It was a human, his skin lighter and his hair blonde.[/i][/b] "Munch over hear does what he always does: eat. Whether it's eating a diner out of business or one of the locals depends." [b][i]He said teasingly.[/i][/b] "Shut up, why'd I waste time when I could be tearing good food." [b][i]Ty would respond.[/i][/b] "Real talk, like I said, most of us are adrenaline junkies. Off leave, we'll screw around throwing knives, running drills or modifying our golem like slot of the other soldiers round here. Don't think they make themselves looks so nice, do you?" [b][i]He said. A metal golem looking like a crusader passed by, highly detailed[/i][/b]

"I didn't actually notice how much you customize them...huh. Must suck if the whole golem gets blown to sh*t and all your work is f*cked over."

"It's not too hard to get it back if you aren't stupid." [b][i]The blond would say.[/i][/b] "Measure out the golem with some wax paper, trace the designs on their first, then work it all in. Rarely ever a whole golem that's destroyed either, so usually most of the work is retrievable."

"Ah! Yeah, that makes it better." He gazed around sighing. "....I get bored too easily."