Inside one of Frostgrave Fortress's private treatment chambers, Commander Fajarn was resting on a bed after receiving medical attention for his missing arm.
He looked at the thick bandages covering what remained of his arm. Although the healers had given him something to ease the pain, he could still feel a dull ache coming from the injured area.
Strangely enough, there were moments when he almost felt as though his missing arm was still there.
'Hughh… what a troublesome injury.'
Just as he was considering whether to get some sleep, a knock came from the door.
Knock. Knock.
Fajarn turned his attention toward the entrance, wondering who would bother visiting him at such an hour.
Before he could say anything, a familiar voice called out from the other side.
"Fajarn, are you awake? It's Evrard."
"Yes, my lord, please come in."
The door opened shortly afterward, revealing Lord Evrard standing at the entrance.
