The new Survey Corps recruits arrived the next morning. You watched with curiosity from your window as a group of twenty or so cadets rode in, Petra leading the charge alongside a man you didn 't recognize. A white bandana was tied around his head; a bandana that was immediately snatched by his horse 's mouth the moment he dismounted. Though you couldn 't hear him, you could see him clearly scold the horse as he hastily wrapped it back around his balding head. He sulked for a brief moment kissing the horse 's muzzle in what you assumed to be forgiveness.

Your attention then caught on a small caravan of wagons that pulled in behind the fresh recruits, piles of various sized crates stacked inside. Supplies, you guessed. The drivers and riders of the wagons, more scouts recognizable by their green cloaks, jumped from the carts and immediately began unloading the crates.