Knock! Knock!
"Daarc, you alive?"
"I am now," I said.
My head hurt and most of the wounds stung.
Maybe I shouldn't have run around so damn much yesterday.
I came outside. I was groggy as hell. I really needed some coffee.
There was water and I washed some of my wounds along with my face. Most of my wounds were in the process of healing.
When will I be free from these bandages?
My body was already covered with scars and that wasn't something I was proud off.
After washing myself I put my armor on and went inside.
"How long were you planning to keep us waiting? It'll be noon soon, you know."
Judging from the looks of the sun it was close to ten. But in this world that was more than late.
We ate our breakfast. The old man looked to be in full health; last night's booze wasn't enough for him to get sick just yet. Alisa on the other hand looked happy and Biteria smiled as well- probably.
