The day had passed, the light day turned into night, and the night grew late but Max still didn't move from his sitting position. he was still sitting in the same chair with the contents of the table were changing, luckily sir Braja was a kind landlord, the owner of the tavern provided a lot of food and drinks for his grand guest, a handsome man.
Alex and Lucas had given up, both had finished cleaning their bodies and returned with neat clothes on, and were surprised to see Max who was still in his chair.
Alex folded his arms across his chest. he had a chance to chat with Max this afternoon, and he -perhaps- slightly understood the suffering that Max was going through, even though he also had a heavy burden as one of the knights assigned by the border army division, the reputation of his team was at stake at this time.
