The night was growing late, the stars sparse in the moonlit sky.
Losa took advantage of the stand-off between Furin and Prajna to quietly sneak out the door for some air.
Although the air outside wasn't exactly fresh, there was a faint hint of livestock scent wafting from the nearby stables.
Most people didn't find this an unpleasant smell, and quite a number of peasant slaves slept in the animal barns.
In Losa's hometown—Algo, during a snowstorm, squeezing in with the livestock for warmth was a rare privilege.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Hans squatting in the corner with an awkward expression: "Sir, if I say I wasn't eavesdropping, would you believe me?"
"I believe you, no need to explain."
Losa patted his shoulder. Hans was an earnest person; he must have stayed by the door out of concern for his safety.
"Just letting them fight, won't it be a problem?"
"Don't worry, they know their limits."
