Knock, knock, knock…
Hearing the ringing of the knocker outside his courtyard, Oli stretch as he got out of bed. He quickly made his way outside, admiring the first sunrise of the day.
"Sorry to wake you so early, but we need to talk."
"What's… What happened to your shoulder?"
Rubbing one hand over the bandages around his bare chest, Jonon tried his best to smile. "It's just a scratch. We can talk more about it inside if you'll let me in."
"Sure. Come on in." Jonon let himself in and followed Oli to the lounging area. Quickly noticing the strange look in Jonon's eyes, Oli asked, "What's got you so troubled? It's only a scratch, right?"
"I got this from Mertin."
"What?"
Jonon nodded with a faint smile. "I got him too, but he won the fight… He really has become an elder, leaving me behind before I even knew it…"
"But why were you fighting? Did he come back last night?" Oli questioned.
