Toward the center (1)
"Two teams were wiped out."
"Yes, I heard they encountered Disasters too."
"We were lucky to have Sir Gronke with us."
Two Knights sat near the bonfire and whispered to each other the information they gathered in the camp under the red flag. Despite their efforts to mask their voices, Hex heard each word clearly. He lay on a bed of hay with his eyes shut yet remained aware of everything around him.
Gronke, the Refined Knight with a bushy beard, sat on the other side of the bonfire. He munched on his snacks, seemingly oblivious to the stares directed at him. It didn't take long for the entire fifth area to know that he singlehandedly took a Disaster down.
While everyone rested, the same stern-faced man who instructed them in the morning arrived at the bonfire. Ignoring the lack of response his arrival received, he walked up to Gronke. The others immediately focused their ears on them. Hex wasn't an exception.