96- Out from His Despair

Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 32nd day of Fall, Arenfall

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"Prince Arterius, is that you?" Lord Prestonheim asked as he looked up.

"Y-yes it's him…August…c-could you get off me?" Commander Crovar answered.

"Syleon? Is that really you, old friend?" The confused Lord Prestonheim asked.

"By the gods! What happened to you August? You looked disheveled!" Commander Crovar touched the silver-haired lord's collar.

Lord Prestonheim sighed in relief, stood up and lend a hand to his friend for him to stand up. He tried to fix his overlapping undergarments and comb his hair with the use of his hands before bowing to the prince.