Grinding, and more grinding

"Grinding! Its the soldier's life!" proclaims Porthios to his squad of fresh recruits standing in the plaza outside Queen's Gate, his newly minted Captain's badge flashing brightly under the hot morning sun.

"Today we march to Rion Prairie and into the Rion Hollows. There we shall face endless hordes of wild beasts and dogs, enough to weary your arms till you shape up!"

"How about the vets? Do they train there as well?" asked a curious recruit.
"Nay," Porthios answered, "they grind in the Frozen Fields, facing endless hordes of wild bears and bigger monstrosities!"

"Woah," the recruit answered," and how about you sir, do you still grind"

"Of course! Its the soldier's life to grind!" Porthios retorted "For experts like me, we grind in the underground cave, facing endless hordes of wild fish and the undead!"

"O.O fish?? Piranhas? Sharks??"

"Eh erm... Anyway, even when you reach master, you still grind. But this time, heheheh" Porthios paused for effect. Happy with the recruits awed faces, he continued in a whisper
"in the hallowed halls of the dead far within the Castilla mines, they face endless hordes of ancient warriors, souls of the living dead!"

The recruits mouths gaped, and their eyes grew round as saucers

"Odds of twenty to one you will be facing!" Porthios said in a loud and as stern a voice he could muster, "Twenty spears thrusting at yer face!" He suddenly shouted, thrusting his face into a particularly timid recruit whose knees promptly gave way and slumped to the floor.

"Alright," convinced of having made a suitable impression, Porthios continued "lets get started then. Forward March! To the Hollows!"