He wanted to have nothing to do with the cross. Nothing good happened every time he saw it. Attracting attention once more because of his behavior, no one missed a detail of the short exchange.
She was put back on a wooden bench as the giant exited the tent. "What did I do wrong?" She asked, shaking on her seat.
Claudia had to sit for a while before taking care of Laurel and the many other wounded recruits. The bad impression around Oswald spread in the camp like a wildfire. Not only was he rude, reckless, but he also attacked the only woman in the camp.
The old, defenceless nun.
Claudia prayed daily for everyone's safety or recovery, being tasked to sustain prisoners' life when needed, she happened to pray for both camps to stop killing each other.
Her emaciated hands touched her now nicely-stretched back as she added her laments. "Another lamb that must've seen too much. Don't blame him, I'm fine." She said, smiling to the witnesses.
