Breakfast.
One could say it was the most important meal of the day, and others wouldn't even have the time for it. Boaz the Guardsman would have fell more on the latter group, and today, he was grouchy—although that might be a regular thing for him.
He passed the bowl of mashed beets and leeks to his friend Ryden.
The Guardsman-Diplomat was spending some time with his old buddy in the clinic. Other Guardsmen and Guardswomen were also here, but one by one they were getting discharged. If there was anyone who was gravely injured—it was this guy, but he acted like his injuries were nothing.
Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he didn't know.
Regardless he was here.
His friend began to eat, but then gave him a look, "You mean to say that Thief kid managed to escape your grasp yesterday? Geez, that wouldn't have happened if I was there. You need to step up your game, standing at the city gates isn't doing you any good eh?"
