“Eyy Felix, you forgot swords!” Vadim called after his friend, but he was already lost in the crowd.
He then noticed the guard crumpled against the wall. “Pizdec! What do I pay you for?” Vadim pulled the soldier to his feet with a concerned look on his face. Then he pushed him away, towards the street. “Go to the infirmary and get that fixed. I’ll get someone to stand guard…”
Why was Felix acting this way? Vadim thought about it. He had to figure out what was wrong with his friend, but the tournament preparations were more pressing. Another time…
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