[ Seeing this gesture from the man, the organizer's attitude shifts. She apologizes for not recognizing him sooner, and as she gathers a coil of rope to hand over to them, refers to him by name — Dextera.
The rope is dumped into Link's arms, and she directs them towards the starting line before moving on to the next pair behind them. Link, for his part, realizes he might already know of this man too. He'd sat in on a few drills with Meridian soldiers, and one round was directed by a senior Shard-Bearer who never spoke. The soldiers present for that one seemed to be familiar with the man's style of communication, but Link had quickly become lost in what was going on.
He glances to Dextera as they walk towards the starting line. ]
May I call you Dextera? [ If he's a sergeant or lieutenant or something, then he ought to refer to him with the proper title instead, but Link doesn't know what title that might be. ]
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The rope is dumped into Link's arms, and she directs them towards the starting line before moving on to the next pair behind them. Link, for his part, realizes he might already know of this man too. He'd sat in on a few drills with Meridian soldiers, and one round was directed by a senior Shard-Bearer who never spoke. The soldiers present for that one seemed to be familiar with the man's style of communication, but Link had quickly become lost in what was going on.
He glances to Dextera as they walk towards the starting line. ]
May I call you Dextera? [ If he's a sergeant or lieutenant or something, then he ought to refer to him with the proper title instead, but Link doesn't know what title that might be. ]