"How do you feel?" Xenagrosh asked, her hands casually placed on her Dragontooth blade hung on her hip.
"I'm not hungry." It was the only thing Bytra could think about.
"First, you need some clothes. Second, I'll fetch you your hammer. We have a lot of work to do."
***
Expedition site of Kulah, the following morning.
Everyone was back in top shape, but the morale was dangerously low. The Assistants now looked at the military compound as if it was their personal gallows, while the Professors were doubting their own skills for the first time in years.
'A simple graduate who is not even a Warden unlocked the arrays sealing the doors and if not for the army, we'd already be dead. Have I underestimated this mission, were the Odi too cunning, or have I just got too old for this job?'
Was what every one of them was thinking.
