"Look who's awake! You gave us quite the scare, you bastard!"
Jarza bellowed, his deep voice nearly shaking the tent as he ducked under the flap, taking no mind of the resting man. The heavy canvas shuddered with his entrance.
In two long strides, he was across the room and practically falling onto the cot, his arms wrapping around Egil with a bear's ferocity.
The smell of blood and antiseptic filled the air, clinging to every breath. The other made way slowly behind the giant's frame.
For a heartbeat, Egil said nothing. He just leaned back into the mountain of a man embracing him, a pale smile cutting through his tired face."It's good to see you," he murmured hoarsely, eyes glinting faintly in the lamplight. "Thought I was a goner this time..."
"We brought you a gift!" came the excited voice of Edric ,the youngest of the legates, who, after the battle, had somehow shat the last turd that clogged up his arse, and finally got his bloodthirst out of his system.
