Erick slept like a log. Everyone in the camp knew he had spent the night outdoors, so no one disturbed him.
It was well past noon when he woke. His room was on the second floor, and there was a nice breeze flowing through the open room. Everything seemed so peaceful.
As he changed his robe, he noticed a lot of dead skin falling off. His excellent regenerative powers had worked their magic.
The newly formed skin looked even more pristine and strong. He used his sword to cut himself.
'As I suspected. Although I can still be cut, it's noticeably harder to do so.'
As he was stretching and yawning, he suddenly heard some sort of commotion happening downstairs.
'Took them long enough.'
The floor and walls muffled the sounds, but he was pretty sure they had noticed a few people missing.
He washed his face and went downstairs. Erick was uninterested in anything they might have to say, but he had to get food.
