Whilst Lyon was sleeping like a dead man, things had started to take a turn elsewhere.
A young man was walking with his face and abs bandaged. His face was grimacing as every time his muscles contract, the sting of the bruises would prick his brain.
"Where is the captain? Why is he not back here yet?" said the young man to a servant who was carrying his medication.
"Young master Altre, you need to take a sufficient rest to recover first!" said one of the servants.
"En—! Argh!" the pain finally caught him to cry out. He heaved up and down as he leaned toward the wall to gain his balance.
The concerned servant immediately attended to his needs, "Young master, please, you need to rest and recover. The physician said that you would recover in no time after drinking the medication that he concocted. It would be enough time to—."
*Pak!
Altre slapped the servant with scorn in his eyes. "Shut up!"
