Day 64, Late Afternoon
Yozak was making his way out to the training fields, his expression carefully neutral. His steps were even and there was nothing in his stride to give away the fact that he had been close to boiling over pissed most of the morning, and drowned most of it in the castle's ale.
Of course he'd eavesdropped on Alford's tribunal. It went much as he expected. He didn't really think the king would throw Alford in the dungeon like he deserved. But the sword! How could they just hand it right back to him!?
At least Gunter was awake now, which meant the other Gunter wouldn't have to worry over that. He wondered how his friend was doing, but was unable to track him down.
And Conrad. Conrad was back. Maybe. He was hesitant to find out for sure. It was scary how hopeful he was that this one might actually be the right one.
His hand moved easily to the hilt of his sword as he approached the training dummies. No live fighting today. He didn't trust himself not to cause serious harm to some ill-prepared recruit.
Of course he'd eavesdropped on Alford's tribunal. It went much as he expected. He didn't really think the king would throw Alford in the dungeon like he deserved. But the sword! How could they just hand it right back to him!?
At least Gunter was awake now, which meant the other Gunter wouldn't have to worry over that. He wondered how his friend was doing, but was unable to track him down.
And Conrad. Conrad was back. Maybe. He was hesitant to find out for sure. It was scary how hopeful he was that this one might actually be the right one.
His hand moved easily to the hilt of his sword as he approached the training dummies. No live fighting today. He didn't trust himself not to cause serious harm to some ill-prepared recruit.