Frigs looked around. The soldiers were talking and laughing at each other while sitting on the ground away from the corpses. He smiled for a split second before noticing a scared man with his knees tucked.
Frigs approached the man and knelt in front of him, "Man, are you well?"
The man untucked his knees and it was revealed to Frigs that the person was not even a man yet. It was a boy, "Hey boy, are you alright?"
The boy looked to be in his early 15 with his black hair and eyes, his sword and wooden shield rested on the ground near him as he slightly shook his head, "No sir… I'm not feeling good right now,"
Frigs smiled, "That's okay, happens to all the soldiers here at least once. You want something to drink? Perhaps tea?"
The boy shook his head before quietly responding, "I just feel something is not alright. The smell, the scream, the fire, everything doesn't feel right,"
