The next morning, the first thing Alaric did after waking up was to visit the injured warriors of House Silversword. They were receiving treatment at the biggest clinic in the town and their treatment fees had even been waived by the mayor to reward them for their efforts in helping the town repel the orc army.
After visiting all his subordinates, Alaric went to find Ronan who was admitted to the same clinic.
The man's left arm had been cut off during the battle last night and this would greatly affect his career as a warrior. It was unknown whether he could keep his position as the commander of the town guards.
Alaric felt pity for him.
Ronan was a true warrior. Despite the overwhelming odds against them, he never retreated and chose to hold the frontlines together with the town guards.
This man deserved his respect.
"How are you doing, Sir Ronan?" Alaric took a seat on the chair next to Ronan's bed.