Team-up

'It's been four days already, he should be in a better shape we left him.' Oswald thought, following the slim scent that started near the healing tent. Thankfully it was accompanied by the flowery scent of his mother, but the latter was much more present than his.

Oswald looked inside the healing tent and saw Meryl, obviously visible but insultingly hidden in plain sight. She was playing the role of a nurse, she used the appearance of one of the persecutor to not arise too much suspicions, her child managed to keep his mouth tight before heading to the squires' quarters.

His friend was talking with a band, his usual outfit had changed to match the group's, he had entered one of the main gangs of the camp, the Tree. He had long figured out his chances of surviving were better if he had more allies, thanks to his colonel's notoriety and the well-sharpened ears of the troops, joining the group had almost been a one-sided decision.