383 CCCLXXXIII. The Scratch

"Twenty-four... fuck it..." Dag replied, reflecting on the fact that after so short time, the number of their soldiers had already almost halved, only because of Kjell's stupidity, that if he had listened to him, he would have avoided that unnecessary bloodshed.

"You know it's not your fault, Dag... it's only thanks to your intervention that we're still alive, never forget it. After this negative experience, you will see that the soldiers will only carry out the orders of their Warchief… yours" Karl continued, trying to explain to his friend that everything that had happened could also be interpreted with optimism.

*scratch*scratch*

"Uhm? What is this noise?" Karl asked, heading to the front door of that small room in one of the village's remaining stone dwellings.

As soon as he opened, he discovered with amazement that it was Thalos, who with his claws was scratching on the wooden door as if he wanted to knock politely.