Chapter 66: Try not to die
The morning didn’t come.
The candles had burned to stubs, casting faint flickers of light that barely illuminated the room.
"Shouldn’t Thalso be here for our training?" Taria asked, stepping from her room into the shared quarters. "We have to eat today at all cost because I don’t think I can survive another day otherwise."
She was the first to wake, clutching her spear tightly as she leaned against the doorframe. After their bath the previous day, they had simply put on their old clothes since no new ones were provided.
"By my estimation, it should be morning," Kaedros said from his bed. He was sitting upright, eyes half-open. The dim candlelight cast vague shadows around the room, enough to make out Taria’s silhouette.
He touched the short sword beside him, he’d been careful with it since no sheath had been provided. "I wonder what’s holding him. He didn’t seem like someone who’d be late."
"He better not be," Taria snapped.
Hunger clawed at her insides, and the oppressive dark didn’t help. She had tried the door earlier, only to find it locked tight from the outside. Her dreams had been filled with food... and what she’d do if she ever got her hands on some.
And what she would do if she didn’t get her hands on some.
"Let’s get food today."
Rauk shifted in his bed, grumbling under his breath. Of the three of them, he had slept most comfortably. His dreams had been warm and pleasant, untouched by hunger. That was likely why he refused to wake now, trying to tune out the conversation.
But Taria wasn’t having it.