Sin sighed at her discoveries. It dawned on her that the equipment might be new or simply underused. The lack of signs of usage was evident, contrasting sharply with the well-used state of the cooking equipment. It seemed the kitchen saw more action than the armory.

She bid the other guards a respectful farewell before following the sergeant outside. She matched the sergeant's pace, walking side by side.

As the sergeant spoke, Sin listened attentively, a polite but slightly forced smile gracing her face. "You’re absolutely correct. As a fellow guard, I completely understand your position."

"However, sometimes, that same pride can prevent us from reaching our objectives. Wouldn't you agree?" She glanced sideways at the sergeant.