When next Kyrexiel opened his eyes, it was evening and the sun a fading hue in the sky. Yellow light gently entered through the opened window.
Everything wss so calm and peaceful. Even his body was pain free. But Kyrexiel believed none of it would last. He stayed there on the bed and was just enjoying it.
Then he heard the sounds of rushing footsteps and then much slower one outside the door.
"He's not awake yet. He's still weak!" A familiar voice.
A voice sneered. "Oh I know he's weak alright. The Elders want him and they want him fast. No use hiding in a room!"
There was a pause followed by the sound of a half drawn sword that was followed by a grunt of pain. "You think because you are a guard to him you are something eh? You are no Hydraeus and now I serve the High Elder! Watch yourself."
The footsteps retreated.
