Thud thud thud.
Frigs entered Kenneth's tent, and he saw his friend laying on the bed with bandages on his body. He grabbed a wooden chair and placed it beside the bed and said, "How are your wounds?"
Kenneth smiled when he saw the face of Frigs. Might just be the emotional support he needed after getting terribly wounded, "I am… Recovering, as you can see. And you, Edward, you saved those men,"
Frigs slightly smiled and nodded. The 800 wounded men arrived in the encampment at the village of Yeelion right before him, "The encampment is really busy, treating the wounded and praying for the death,"
Kenneth nodded as he closed his eyes. He was tired from the day and intended to sleep, "Well, why don't we continue later, let me sleep and get yourself cleaned,"
He looked at his friend Kenneth; the friend rolling to the side and avoiding eye contact. Frigs took a deep breath and sighed, "About your uncle…"
