Chapter 145: Tragedy, Part 6
Looking back at the people gathered in the hall, Telmé tried to focus on what was being said. "quarter left. What are we supposed to do with barely a quarter of the Legion left alive and most of the survivors still weak?" The speaker, Lieutenant Dagfinn of the Dragoons, was filthy and looked ready to collapse. The skin under his eyes looked bruised, the rest of his skin leeched of color, and his eyes such a dark blue they almost looked black. That meant he was in a great deal of pain; Telmé had never seen a Dragoon in so much pain his eyes appeared black. He shivered.