It isn't just Jarkar.
Jana and Hirol are sitting on the stable floor with heads bent between knees.
Fatigue is palpable.
Exhaustion looks to be overtaking everyone.
Even Jarkar, who I would consider the most mentally tough youth I have met next to Isla, looks thinner and frailer.
"Look what the skile dragged in" Jana says with a soft smile.
"Mmm" I return her smile, she nods and throws her index finger up giving me the 'all good' sign.
Hirol scoffs and ignores me, but Jarkar points at the wide tavern with a thumb.
"We can't get through the round, want to give it a try"?
"Mmm" I grunt with a nod.
Jarkar grabs his pouch and buckles it to his belt, he hands me a cardofil and we both make our way towards the tavern.
What is understood, needs not be said.
Jana and Hirol follow behind as well.
