However, Elena interpreted it as symptoms from the poisoning from the island, so she cleared her throat. "Well, well leave for nekors bazra very early tomorrow, you should go rest now haze. You don't look too strong."
"It's just food". Haze replied with an exasperated sigh, but she had already grabbed Adam and was leading him away.
***
The next morning came slow and quiet. The pale glow of the underworld's false dawn slipped through the high windows, painting the stone walls in dull silver light.
Haze groaned softly and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. His body still felt stiff, but better than it had in days. For a long moment, he just sat there, staring at the ceiling.
After a while, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The air was cool on his skin, the kind that woke you up fast. He stretched, his joints popping, then looked toward the corner of the room where his weapon rested.
His sword.
