The first thing Arran did when he returned to the camp was to take a thorough bath.
In the three months he'd spent training, he'd barely even paused to have a proper meal, much less bathe properly. His skill had benefited greatly from the effort, but the same could not be said for his smell.
Yet half an hour of vigorous scrubbing remedied this problem, and when Arran was confident that the stench of stale sweat was entirely gone, he headed into the camp.
He'd barely set foot inside the camp during the previous months, and when he had, his mind had been too consumed with training for him to pay much attention to the goings-on.
But now, his training was over, with nothing left to do but wait. And as he waited for the blacksmiths to arrive, he walked around the camp, striking up conversations with the mercenaries who were still present.
From what they said, Arran surmised that Kaleesh had been no less busy than he.
