In Limgard, the new recruits were just now awakening, groaning, and cursing from the aftereffects of bearing through Sliepr. That agony was only added to that which they'd already been dealing with – that from being brutalized by Pherdanta during the evaluation.
The Ode of the First Horn, Vali, and Maxim were the ones faring the best out of everyone else, but even then, they looked like how commonfolk did after a heavy night of drinking – hair knotted, drool-faced… broken. It was so bad that, unlike Sause, Remos, Aegir, and Muezzi, they hadn't been able to rush to Metgard earlier.
The Ode was bathing in his regrets at that moment.
'If only father knew the hell he sentenced me to…' He couldn't stop cursing that man.
…But was it really his father's fault?
Wasn't he the one who had foolishly challenged Festos back then, on Opungale, and lost?
And now he'd lost his freedom and even his title as Maqi's heir, the Ode of the First Horn. Now, he was just… Dradaht.
