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Rehan sat down heavily at a spare chair inside the kitchen. He had been helping wounded soldiers into the infirmary, and when there was no longer any room there into spare beds and other places of medicine inside the city. The heat from the stoves warmed his body after the stormy battle not long ago. Soup and a chunk of bread were placed before him, which he inhaled quickly.
Across the table sat the man he had met earlier with the gash slicing open his chin. He had the unpleasant experience of having it stitched back up and Rehan could sympathize with him. "I was supposed to stay in bed, but I got hungry and made my way down here to get some food. Not suppose to do that I recon, but I need my energy for my girls."
Rehan nodded and gulped down the ale that was given to him. At the sound of shouts, he turned and noticed the cooks shooing out soldiers that had wandered in. "Get back to your rooms! We don't need blood or any disease inside the kitchen! An older woman shouted sternly.
"I think that's our cue that we're unwelcome." Rehan grinned at him and helped the man up as they made their way out into the hall. "I'll take you back to the southern wing, and when you wake up tomorrow you can go see your family." The older man nodded and allowed himself to be lead to where the rest of the wounded soldiers were located inside the manor.
Shutting the door behind him, Rehan slowly made his way back to his room. Fatigue ate away at him as thoughts of a warm bed and secure room began to lull him to sleep. Snapping his head up, he stumbled the rest of the way to him room kicked off his blood stained armor as fast as he could. Darkness overtook him the second his head hit the pillow.
[ 08-05-2006, 09:49 PM: Message edited by: Deiter Leafblade ]
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