With a figure of such power presiding over this place, it was no wonder they could keep the situation under control and force the various factions to maintain a basic level of order.
Just as he was preparing to go see the mission hall, a familiar and haggard figure stumbled out from the direction of the medical station.
The man's left sleeve was empty, his face was ashen, and his eyes had lost their former spirit. It was Hawke.
"Hawke?" Ian hurried forward.
Hawke looked up blankly. When he saw Ian, a flicker of light sparked in his eyes before quickly dimming again. He forced a smile that was more like a grimace.
"Ian… you're still alive. That's good."
Ian supported him and saw that not only was Hawke's left arm gone, but he also had numerous unhealed wounds on his body. His aura was faint; his injuries were clearly severe.
"What happened? Where's the Third Cleanup Squad?" Ian asked in a low voice.
