All they could be were knights who were surviving. There was a lack of order and a constant weight of attack.
Even with that weighing heavily over them, they still found moments of lightheartedness.
Life flew by quickly. It was already time to move on.
"We will do the same thing next year," Gunnar assured the former knight as their arms embraced in a show of trust. "It seems that all we can do is fight the monsters as they come and hope for the best."
"I see nothing wrong with that," Arthur assured the other man. "And you won't participate in the monster culling this year?"
Gunnar hesitated at that.
"We have been fighting monsters the entire summer," he explained. "These kids…"
He glanced at Leif and Irene mostly. Even though Felix was young, he was still a man.
"I understand," Arthur responded, letting go of the knight's arm. "They deserve a break as well. Handling what's in the valley is much easier."
