Nolamine got up and washed his face. He went outside and saw the sun still hiding from the full moon that was up in the sky. He stretched his legs and arms and yawned loudly like he was back at home.
He went inside and put on the only pair of boots he now had. The others that were made together with his armor had worn off as a result of running at a speed faster than they could handle during the time he was running towards the town.
His armor was worn out too. Even though it was well made and tougher than what the Hunters wore at the village, Nolamine had been and was still constantly fighting beasts that were powerful and with some more powerful than him, with the only thing keeping him alive in those instances being his dagger and Martyrs' abilities.