The night came and the mood was celebratory. Others enjoyed the mood while Joan was silent on the side. There was booze but it was only drunk by the drunkards. Their ration was mashed potatoes and boiled meat added with spices. The guard posts were now more numerous as they replenished their numbers.
Joan was sitting by the fire and the Captain approached him. Having a cup of booze in his left and one too in his right. He gave one to Joan then sits beside him.
"Can I?"
"Yeah, sure," Joan replied to him.
"I watched you ran towards the flocking enemies on the stronghold. And I am impressed with that. You've got skills, don't you?" Joan was asked.
"Ah, just enough skills to survive," He replied.
