Doran woke up to the crowing of roosters and the first rays of sunlight.
His blue eyes opened, focusing on the ceiling of the newly renovated barracks.
It was clean and untouched.
Ethan had given him his own house, so he didn't have to stay there all the time, but he decided it would be better to sleep in the barracks.
Before leaving for Home, Ethan had left him a true arsenal.
Something that Doran, with no knowledge of his lord's summoning system, could only wonder where it had come from.
A few suits of armor, dozens of swords, and just over five bows. Some items were of low quality, others of such high quality that Doran quickly traded his own sword for one of them.
With such valuable items in the barracks' armory, he decided it was best to sleep there alongside at least two other guards, taking turns on watch.
That was his master's property, and Doran would die before allowing any bandit to lay a hand on it.
