(( Im entering here with my guy. Roy: http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/664
I would suggest reading his profile. He isn't like other noxians.))
Roy took his food and thanked the cook. He took a mental note of the cook's comment on the pay being worth their trip. He couldn't blame him. Their trip looked grim and it was most likely never going to get better. But he needed to know who among them were willing to give everything for Noxus and who weren't. He learned long ago that just because a man isn't a patriot, doesn't mean he isn't Noxian.
He was responsible for over seeing sentry duty. So after he finnished his meal he chose about 3 dozen soldiers- some mages, some not -and assigned them their positions, their times, who would go after them, and who went before them. Sentry duty usually took around a dozen soldiers, but they were south of the Great Barrier. Who knows what could be out there, waiting to attack. Because of this, he determined that they needed more sentries than normal. Not only would there be more sentries awake at one time, but there would be 4 shifts instead of three, giving the men more sleep. He had a feeling that they'd need it.