The morning after Elias left, the village felt strangely calm, like the calm that comes after a storm but before anyone is ready to believe it's really over. Greg woke up on the makeshift bed of cushions and blankets and felt pain in his body that he hadn't felt since he was the Warhammer Saint.
When he tried to sit up, every muscle in his body screamed in pain, and his hands looked like they had been through a meat grinder. "Agghh...! Fuck...! It hurts so fucking bad...!"
"Easy there," Marina said, coming up next to him with a cup of something that smelled like honey and herbs. "Ryn said you shouldn't even think about working for at least a few days."
"Some days?" Greg gratefully took the cup.
The warm drink soothed his sore throat. "Now is the time to rebuild the village. I told Elias that I could fix what he broke."
