A Fresh Start

Once upon a time Celeh had been a soldier. She earned a living that way. It wasn't glamorous or pleasant, but it had given her a place to rest with a roof over her head and consistent meals each day. Without any direction or idea what she might be able to do otherwise, peace-times made it difficult for her to thrive. It was much less common for Saiyans to ONLY be soldiers these days. Guardsmen and Border Patrols were still prominent enough as to need additional manpower from what she'd heard during a couple of her visits to bars in the Radditsu district and Tarbel Town. That was the reason she'd come back to Tarbel Town today. With it being closer to the edge of Saiyan territory, the job of 'border patrol' seemed like just the sort of thing she'd be apt and capable of doing. With experience in the scouting division as a part of the vanguard, she was accustomed to protecting the fringes of Saiyan territory during her time in the war.

With all this in mind, she made her way to the guard outpost in Tarbel Town. Celeh was unsure if it was normal to simply come up to the building and enter or if it was more acceptable to knock and wait for permission to enter. The outposts during the war never let anyone inside without express permission from the officer in charge or orders from higher authority. With it not being war times, though, she had no way of knowing for certain.

So she opened the door to the outpost and stepped inside. This entrance was the one typically open to couriers, citizens wishing to file requests or complaints, or other such mundane necessity to keep the outpost running smoothly. With that in mind, there should be a desk to check in at, or at least someone keeping watch to accept deliveries, direct guests, or detain anyone waiting to be sent to jail.

"Er... Hello! I was looking for the enlistment officer. I'm aiming to join the guard."