Waking with a sore head and incessant thirst for water made Kalvich resolve to go more easy on the over indulgence of alcohol before such an important mission he was about to undertake. Immortality did not make him an exception to hangovers. After drinking copious amounts of water, he crashed back onto the bed, his mind gearing up to once more go over his mission objectives. Deep inside, he was extremely worried about his sword and any future consequences. It was true, he never held any blame towards ZoltanTalokta was back. However, he blamed himself for losing an excellent soldier for overlooking the fact a fucking immortal was involvedhence the need to have his chief Verone Elite advisor, commander and friend by his side.