Arsen was expressionless, his skin tone so badly followed the mood of the same fate today. The anger was still gathering in the head so that the pain in his calf and leg was not felt at all. He let Gilen bandage the wound with a shabby cloth, it couldn't even be said to be sterile.
"You can come home tomorrow, I'll find you a horse." Gilen said amidst Arsen's anger.
Of course Arsen stared at Gilen sharply, veins sticking out on the forehead. "How can I come back without Lavi? I have to drag him home with me."
Basically Gilen was never afraid of power, he wasn't easy to submit, Arsen's anger means nothing. It was as if it was just a leaf that was sunburnt, momentarily hot.
Gilen said, "Then we will make an inn in the middle of this forest. Will the rich young master be okay without his
