"Ha ha, true. Not just anyone could handle that situation. That's exactly why the soldiers admire you even more."
"Enough about that. When can I return to the front lines?" Ronan stopped discussing the matter and got to the point.
"A supply convoy will depart in three days. You can travel with it to the frontline camp. There have been many enemy harassment squads lately, so having you along will make things safer."
"Then I'll come back in three days." Ronan nodded, asking him to make the arrangements. He would return in three days to join the supply convoy.
After settling those matters, Ronan headed to the armory to collect his equipment. His plate armor and Slayer Greatsword were still with Mario, and he only had the Starfall Katana on him. He needed another set of armor, and preferably a horse as well.
The benefits brought by reputation were obvious. Once he revealed his identity, the quartermaster enthusiastically led Ronan to the best armory to pick out equipment. Ronan chose a lance, a full suit of chainmail, a standard-issue helmet, and iron boots.
Ronan picked up a two-handed greatsword, held it level before his face, carefully sighted along its length, then sheathed it and strapped it to his back with a rope.
"That's all. Do you have horses here?"
"Yes. I'll take you to the stables right away so you can choose one."
Carrying his equipment, Ronan followed the quartermaster to the nearby stables. Calling it a stable was somewhat inaccurate—it was really a sizable horse yard, with many powerful warhorses tethered across the open ground. Ronan looked around several times before finally choosing a glossy black warhorse.
After leading away the horse and registering the equipment he had collected, Ronan bid the quartermaster farewell and rode his newly acquired