Chapter 117

He had been in front of the wooden door for several minutes and was not moving. He dared not knock, he did not dare to leave, he dared to do nothing.

He had been walking around the building for a while, before meeting a lady from the kitchens who had  immediately pushed him to one of the larger rooms and forced him to sit down, enriching the table with food and food. The woman had filled his plate every time Doreon emptied it, justifying herself by saying that he had to regain his strength, after fighting and being unconscious for days.

Doreon had eaten until he almost vomited, while the woman looked at him contentedly.

After finishing, he thanked him and showed him the direction to take, greeting her before setting out.

And now he stood motionless, facing Barclay's room, undecided about what to do. He didn't know what exactly had driven him there: something inside him made him think about the young warrior. Maybe it was the fact that they were both