When the fighting ended for the night, Rukelion checked over all of his men. There had been a few minor injuries but the only one who was seriously hurt was Conrad. He had taken a slash to the chest but, thankfully, it had been light enough that it didn't cause any real damage.
He had fallen over earlier being dizzy from blood loss but now he was stitched up, bandaged, and lying on a cot in the medical tent. He tried to get up to salute when he saw his captain but that wasn't possible with his injuries.
"At ease," Rukelion told him. "How are you feeling, Conrad?"
"As well as I can be, all things considering. Doc said I can fight again in a few days once I've regained my stamina and the wound has healed a bit."
"Good. Don't push yourself too hard. You're one of our best and we need you to recover properly."
