CHAPTER 2.9

DEFECTORS STATE BEYOND ITS BORDERS

"Lads, he's awake!"

One of the soldiers yelled this to the rest of the troops. They ran to the tent after dumping bowls of whatever they were serving for lunch. They surrounded it, waiting for him to emerge into the outdoors, it took him a while but he finally got up from his bed.

“Hey, Hey!” Allow him some breathing space! He's returned from the dead, and the last thing he needs to see is faces looking at him, as though you've seen a ghost,”

Garvin exclaimed. As he worked his way through, Garvin dragged the soldiers back. Finally, he approached the tent's entrance and drew the silk curtain that acted as the door down. Drom crawled out, his arms covering his eyes from the light.

“Are you all right there?"

As Drom walked out of the tent, Garvin asked, lending him a hand. Thomas, Xermia, and Sigrid, as well as the rest of the state guards, gathered at the tent.

“Yes, I'm fine; it's just the sunlight,”

Drom was expressive. Garvin laughed and spat out t