Dron's body was starting to give out on him.
Not because he was getting tired but simply because he missed Tempest.
As much as he wanted to deny what was going on he couldn't. Being away from Tempest was truly going to kill him. He needed to finish up with this mission as soon as possible. He needed to get home and figure out why his wife wasn't answering him.
He prayed to the moon goddess that he wasn't too late.
Prayed that leaving her with Rynax wouldn't prove to be the biggest mistake of his life.
"What are you doing out here? I thought you'd be in bed…recovering." Krazek leaned up against a wooden pole and glared at Dron.
Dron stopped and looked up at the man, the last time he'd seen him Krazek was being taken someplace to be healed of his wounds. Dron didn't even know how many days had passed since he'd seen the clearly perturbed man.
"I can say the same of you. Have you been fully healed?"
