It was late at night when Hex returned to the barracks. He took a roundabout route while keeping his senses active to avoid being tracked. But he didn't notice anyone following him back.
'Even though I have learned that there are people my senses can't detect, they are likely to be so much stronger than me that they don't need to hide from me,' Hex lampooned as he entered his room.
His room was small, only equipped with a bed and a table with a wash bowl. Hex didn't mind it though. His room in the slums was far worse and he survived it six years. This one was just for a couple of days.
Hex freshened up using a cloth and the wash bowl. After that, he sat on his bed, pouring the pills from the pouch.
The pills were muddy colored and reeked a little bit. According to Bella the mixture of elements and energies caused the turbid smell. The purer the pills, the better their fragrance.
