The exercises continue for another hour, with both of the men quickly rejoining their unit. The drills continue until everyone is exhausted and sweating heavily.
They begin heading back through the dark streets of the city toward the clutches of ruins they consider their homes for the time being, most living among the outer circle, undoubtedly the last to be developed, and the place where people are exposed to the most risk- you can see why so many from there would want to join the militia.
He, and his partner, cast wary glances around the area on their slow walk home, the friend leaving at one of the many town squares, until finally the flaskman is walking alone (sneak/dex)