Reidar woke to the sound of boots on concrete.
He'd spent the night beside his mother's bed. His father had tried to convince him to sleep elsewhere, but Reidar refused. He needed to be close to her. At least that night.
The medical ward had been silent for most of the night, but the various healers came here to check on the comatose patients from time to time.
But it was morning now, and it was inevitable for Reidar to wake up.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just the sound of the healers' boots making noise. It was also the sound of a young survivor crossing the doorway.
"Excuse me, sir," he said in reverence and with a certain degree of fear due to Reidar's level. "Seraphine wants to see you," the man said. "She's in the command room."
Reidar pushed himself up from the chair, joints groaning from the awkward night's rest. He rolled his shoulders, stretching the stiffness from his muscles.
"Where's the command room?"
