Misfortune Loves Company

Lord Vesstan laid in his tent groaning in pain. His whole body ached. He didn't dare to move. After spending one whole day like this, he couldn't take in anymore. 

Remembering what led him to be in this state, Lord Vesstan vowed to make that wench pay.

Shortly after Mikaela and Saavi left their camp, he and the other Clan Leaders fell fast asleep.

When he awoke the next morning, everyone was still in his tent and a heavy odor infiltrate the morning air.

His eyes darted around as he tried to locate the smell, but ultimately couldn't. 

When he tried to call for the guards outside, no one answered. Thinking that Lord Mano's army was battling his soldiers outside, Lord Vesstan used the last bit of his strength to crawl towards his tent flaps.

What waited him was pure chaos.

His soldiers were running around with their hands to their stomachs and some had their pants down.