Hours had passed and Folke's stressful night ended with him going to sleep after hours of him closing his eyes and praying to the gods in the heavens. The seas, to the warlords. It didn't matter which religion he chose to believe in. He prayed to every single one of them and one of these being's must have given him his wish of sleep.
`Thank the gods, I'm never going to attempt that again.` He swore to himself.
The pain of the experience was second only to being defeated in the flowery realm by Bo. Not because of how painful it was, but because of the longevity and annoyance the pain brought to him.
Folke however must've made the religion he prayed to angry by praying to every single one of them at once because as soon as he was asleep an hour had passed and he was forced to wake up from the flowery realm by goldrig's kick to his side.
The kick was not vicious and nor was it soft. It was similar to when someone was walking and accidentally stubbed their big toe. Folke looked at Goldrig half expecting for the latter to cry out in pain and fall to the ground holding their foot.
`This must be a mistake… Please` Goldrig looked down at folke's odd expression and raised an eyebrow opening his lips to say ``You look like a pile of sh** What happened to you?`` Goldrig was indeed correct.
Folke had heavy bags under his eyes and his skin was paler than usual. Folke also looked at goldrig with the utmost hatred and rage making his sickly appearance appear even more fatigued and more sicker.
Goldrig stared at Folke for a few seconds without folke answering and then said `` Well, Get up and get yourself ready...I told you that we were going to do something today,`` Goldrig shrugged and rubbed the back of his head.
`` Take a few more hours of sleep… You look like you need it.`` Goldrig had to relent once he looked at folke's very sorry state.
Goldrig came back in two hours, Where Folke was still asleep but his condition had vastly improved. His body looked heavy, his eye bags were gone and his skin was it's natural complexion again. Folke in those two hours took up to meditate within his little flowery realm.
The meditation always made him feel good inside of the flowery realm so he did it there and his body vastly improved as a result. His wounds from the fiery wolves were also completely gone or were scars that marked his shoulders and chest.
Folke was woken up by Goldrig, and this time was not bothered by this at all. He felt as if he was near his peak condition from yesterday filled with energy and ready to fight once more if he needed to. He got up from his bed and looked down at goldrig.
Goldrig chuckled when he saw folke's actions and said ``Go and get those clothes of your washed, You smell more like a sweaty pork son.`` Goldrig patted folke's shoulder and left the tent once again.
Folke did what Goldrig said he went to the camp outside where there were servants who washed the clothes and gave them out. After the camp attack their were more servants than usual than warriors so they had plenty of clothing to give to folke.
Folke now wore a dark red shirt that had little white triangles on the sleeves of it. He also had some brown trousers on. This was the most common clothing that these men wore. Most men of the camp weren't rich like the center of the camp. They mostly had tunic's and their weapons that they brought with them.
Folke could also see that within the more normal troop side of the camp, the clothing was varied some people could be seen with at least a little bit of armour on like some shirt chainmail while others had a tunic and just a shield.
Others more simply wore no shirt at all and braced the cold air of the earth with their bodies. Folke found this awkward but didn't comment on it. He would simply ask Goldrig the reasons why these men were so different and did not look like a really stable force.
Folke met Goldrig within the center of the camp. Goldrig had stopped folke when he was on his way to his tent again. ``Get over here!``
Goldrig waved Folke over to him and Folke followed orders, he began to ask the question while walking toward Goldrig ``Oi, Goldrig. I just saw the state of the troop you guys have. You guys don't look like a really straightforward army not the ones I've seen within the mayor's tapestry at least.``
Goldrig laughed loudly before saying ``Is that what you think? We're organized and such but people just follow different combat styles and we don't have enough time to baby you all. You earn equipment in the army through fights we don't give equipments to people who don't earn it.``
Folke nodded and then saw goldrig turn around and begin to walk. He followed goldrig and did some idle chatter with him on the way there. ``What the hell happened to you this morning?` Goldrig finally asked folke.
Folke responded with ``I just trained too hard I guess.``
``Is that so! I'm guessing you won't be against this kind of training then!`` Goldrig walked forward at a faster pace and reached