"You are too kind, my dear General." Richard took the waterskin made from the bladder of a Larza Beast, tilted his head back, and drank several gulps of cool water. After three continuous hours of fighting, he was indeed a bit thirsty.
"Where did such cold water come from in this hot weather?" Wiping the water droplets from his lips, Richard curiously looked at the waterskin and asked again, "By the way, Reyes, how are the east, west, and north city walls holding up? Any casualties?"
