For Kothar, the one week before they were due to leave passed by in a blur, he spent the majority of the time devouring the camp's rations, and spent the rest of the time asleep.
His time on Atla had propelled the strength of his body and mana to another degree, but what he needed now was real rest. Rotan was proof of the fact that, even those who had enormous mana reserves and could live without eating for a period of time, needed to rest from time to time.
That morning, Kothar emerged from his tent, to find that rather than the throng of tents that he expected to see around him, there was bare dirt. The entire camp had been dismantled, but the soldiers had not wanted to disturb the mysterious soldier that the Grand marshal himself had vouched for.
