"To earn the respect of one's brethren is a great honor to be remembered."
~Tasmiya Shaik
EASTERN REGIONS OF ARANDUIL
CITY OF LORIENEL
SINCLAIRE VASSAL
Infirmary Chambers
Saturday
8:26 a.m
"Are you certain you should already be moving about, son of Alexander?" The Sinclaire vassal leaned against the arch stone door entrance of the chamber.
Callix was seated on the bed as Lady Anaveria redressed his wounds. The painfully raw claw wound engraved on his back had healed much faster than expected; however though physically it had appeared as such, the effect it left had yet to subside. He was unable to exercise movement in his back muscles as much, but he was grateful if it meant he was capable of wielding a sword. There was no time to spare towards leisure rest. The conversation he overheard between the Narrak was no trifling matter that could be dismissed.
