"It's me."
Fujero's eyes were riddled with bloodshot veins. His ear-length green hair was a tangled bird's nest, and his long years in the military had left him with a scruffy beard.
The once-dashing Legion Commander of the Thorn Corps now looked like a beggar who had been wandering the streets for days without sleep, on the verge of dropping dead from exhaustion.
His wretched state terrified Sophia. Thinking her earlier complaints had caused this, she shrank back and hid behind the Lord.
Fujero recognized the girl with the Dragon Vein. He shot her a quick glance before finding a small stool for himself and sitting down. A few potatoes were roasting by the nearby stove, and without ceremony, he grabbed one and began to eat.
