And with that, Devon was fully equipped to do his job in SRT. Next came getting his duties. He could head off to do some guard duty, or look up the mission board for something more exciting. With all the soldiers mobilising and moving across the sea, there was plenty to do for the reservists.

There were two kinds of missions he could take on. Hunting and law enforcement. He could go out to take care of a group of Satyrs that were causing troubles up north, or help with a raid on house of a suspected criminal.

As good an option as any. Devon would have to wait for a bit until his transport would come.

After some time passed, Devon was on his way up north. Once he came upon the first watchpost along the northward highway, he exited. From here, it was a small walk out in the woods. But first, he would have to check in with the people at the watchpost to get a general idea of where he needed to go and what exactly he was up against.

Watchposts were pretty simple. Essentially, they were guardtowers installed on top of gas stations, which overlooked the area around a highway. Most of the highways were warded with magic, but it still helped to have some guards keep an eye out for any pesky wildlife that might intervene with the rush of traffic here. He would have to go up the stairs, where he would come upon the little outpost. A general room with equipment, a small sort of kitchen, with a tiny barrack to the side of it. There was room at all sides of this outpost to look outside and see the area around it. Within the main room were two soldiers. Both ranked 3, as this wasn't a very difficult nor intensive job. One soldier had already layed out a map on the table in the midst of the room, which had seemingly been used to track wildlife activity as could be seen from the many markings on it. The other soldier greeted Devon as he entered.

"Hey there, green guy. You here for the Satyrs?" He was a dark elf, as obvious by his grey skin, red eyes and voice that sounded like he inhaled an entire pack of cigarettes for breakfast. The other, a simple human.

"Henry, lay it on him."

The other soldier spoke up, pointing to the map. A position about a kilometre or two from the outpost, to the east in a heavily wooded area. "Right there. Group of Satyr's. We've spotted about four of them, which means they're probably a recent dispersment from a different large group. That also means they're highly aggressive, underfed and weak. We don't want them settling this close to the highway so that's where you come in."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" The dark elf asked, whisking around a bottle of some unknown liquid.

"Oh right, that's for you." The human soldier looked to the bottle, then to Devon. "Satyrs are known to device poison from local nightshades, so it's best to have some anti-toxin."