"....Half of the class that I started my training with is dead." Preston said, "....Sixty Candidates chosen to become Clerics, Twenty of them make it into the monestary, Ten of them Graduate, Five of them make first Class Cleric."

He's never thought about his classmates before, "....It is a strange emotion, caring. Especially for a soldier."

Thinking that a change of subject might be good, Preston studies the door, silent.