The meeting was soon over and the mission was clear as ever to Frigs. They were to stay inside the encampment until further notice. As he left the meeting tent though, he noticed there were no more wounded soldier entering the camp.
He smiled and immediately made his way to his camp but once he was about to enter his tent, he was stopped by a dark orange-haired elf. Frigs immediately was slightly confused as he looked at the elf.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Frigs asked. The elf smiled and grabbed Frigs's by his shoulder softly and brought the young man toward the campfire. Where both of them sat down.
"I just wanted to talk about the elves that died when the dark elves attacked," the elf confessed and Frigs stared at him for a few seconds and said.
"I'm sorry about that, it's probably the clumsiness of humans, mainly the gunpowder that blew up and turned the previous encampment into a fiery mess," Frigs apologized, but the elf shook himself.
