"Me too sir. If not for soldier Oswald, I would've lost it for sure." Laurel said, caressing his precious jaw, he hid his mouth as if he had said too much. He looked at Oswald because he felt a kind of tension between the two.
"I'll risk my life for any soldier that bears our colours, I happened to stumble upon my friend and we fought like two tigers until dusk." Oswald said, scanning Glen's reaction.
The man had a good eyesight, better than the average person, still he had a smell like every human in the camp, like Ward. He was a suspect as a devil's sprout. "I overheard enough of you two. It's hard to not identify the tall guy and his red-haired partner, you stand out a lot. Still, I can't explain how you two managed to survive unscatted, I have several questions, one that concerns our precious guest's corpse."
