Damien and Haldric soon arrived back at their destinations back at the residential section of the barracks.
Damien had barely closed the door behind him when exhaustion finally seeped in like water through cracks.
The barracks corridor was quiet, lanterns now dimmer because the moonlight was bright enough to allow sight, the muffled sounds of soldiers settling for the night drifting from farther rooms as well.
Fenrir just kept strolling behind him, silent and watchful as always, while Luton bounced onto the bed before Damien even reached it, vibrating with that odd, pleasant hum the Stellar Slime made when relaxed.
Damien exhaled slowly. Peaceful nights were rare as there was always something happening that made even his peaceful nights turn into chaos. He intended to take this one for himself and not jinx it.
