Hammar looked at the stack of reports and frowned. He was a fighting man, not some... Brown or Blue who liked to wallow in papers. Suddenly, he got a glint in his eye, stood up and walked over to a plain wooden message board. He took the stack and pinned each paper to the wall.
"Administrative duties complete: new targets assigned," he chuckled quietly to himself. Then he grabbed his sword and left to join Coulin at the practice yard.