It seemed sleeping had given his body enough time to properly consider everything he had put it through, and it had decided to file a complaint.
He stayed there for another few minutes before forcing himself upright, then stood slowly and stretched as much as he dared. It wasn't much. Even lifting his arms above his head felt like an unreasonable demand, but he couldn't afford to spend the day lying around.
By the time he reached the place where the party had told him to meet them, most of them were already there.
Krazz was sitting on a low wall, Erzaci stood nearby checking the points of her polearm, and the bear-like man had Frost's greatest enemy beside his feet. Frost's glared at it, and for a moment, he almost considered turning around.
Nick, the man who had hired him, noticed him first and raised a hand. "You came back," he said, sounding a little more surprised than Frost would have liked.
"You told me to," Frost replied, stopping beside them. "Was I not supposed to?"
