Reynold slide his nameplate on his door immediately he got to his room and then he kicked it open and entered before kicking it shut.
He had only took few steps inside the room when his legs almost almost wanted to give out. Dammit! He was so tired.
He quickly pull the torn academy uniform and tossed it into the laundry basket before walking over to the small basin in the bathroom. He dipped a neat clean cloth into the cool water and pressed it to the left side of his face that had the cut.
He winced.
By the flames! Those are not even a real life battle golems sbd their Iron-knockes is so sharp that it had left a scrape that had bled more than Reynold realized. He wiped the dried blood away, before having a good bath.
Just as he was about to fall on his bed for a nap, he heard voices in the common area outside his door (the parlor he shared with his three roommates.)
"Is Reynold Starweaver back?"
Reynold froze because he recognised the c
Voice and the owner. It was Gwyn.
