122- Complications

Chandea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 48th day of Fall, Arenfall

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Ghwynmyr sat anxiously at the far end corner of the makeshift tent the knights reconstructed near the hole this time. He silently observed the tension-ridden faces of the people around him. The knights of both commanding factions were on the edge as they waited for an update coming from below. Both Lord Commanders stood still tirelessly staring at the crystal ball. While the prince sat at the other corner of the room, tending to his unconscious ward.

The tent was densely packed with people on and around it. A few moments later, his friend, the beastman Ulfaar patted his back. The beastman's wounds were already tended and cleaned. From the looks of it, the wounds healed up nicely as Ulfaar was able to move his hands again.