Victor leaned against the armchair, his chest moving with every breath. He looked like a puppet without a soul with his hands hanging on the sides.
"Hey, go back to barrack and get some rest…" His friend poked his cheeks, but only got a little of a response.
"Leave me be… I'm going to sleep like this…" the knight sighed. Whether it was a bed, couch or even hard floor, he just wanted to shut down.
"Where did your enthusiasm go? Didn't the captain finish his negotiation as of today?" His friend relentlessly forced him to move.
In the past two days, Victor lived up to his title as the vice-commander of the Ashford's knights and accompanied his leader to all meetings. They talked about the land, compensations, rewards, and even the restoration of the villages destroyed by the avalanches. Everything ended up well, just his soul left his body at the end.
