Javier walked calmly toward the nearby outpost, the cool breeze brushing gently against his bare skin.
Still shirtless, he entered the simple dining area where soldiers and staff typically gathered to eat.
The tables were rough but sturdy, and the air was filled with the hearty aroma of freshly cooked food.
Without needing to call out, the outpost chef. A seasoned cook who recognized him instantly, hastily approached and set a steaming plate of food and a drink in front of him.
A hearty serving of roasted meat, fresh bread, and a simple vegetable stew.
"Thank you," Javier said softly, nodding casually.
He took a seat, calmly cutting into his meal, savoring each bite, the slow rhythm a rare moment of peace after the chaos earlier.
A quiet reprieve, something he didn't get often.
Beside his tray, a sealed letter bearing his father Garius's crest rested silently.
Javier glanced at it thoughtfully.
Well… I'll read it later.
Let me finish my meal first.
