Just before they reached the tent, Soren heard quiet gossip among the knights nearby.
"Damn… that was brutal."
"Do you think he's still alive?"
"I don't think so. His wounds were too deep, and he already looked pale when they brought him in."
"Yeah. With all that blood loss, he's probably dead."
The whispers followed them as they walked past.
Soren glanced around at the knights, unease creeping into his chest while thinking that something terrible must have happened. Lyric and Gaspar, however, kept walking without slowing down, focused on where they were going.
Soren followed behind them, since he had been summoned along with Lyric.
'I wonder what happened…' he thought.
After a moment, he quietly shook his head. Whatever it was, he would find out soon and if there was any way he could help, he would.
