Chapter 6
Roused at dawn, Bassan struggled to pull himself together and get dressed. His body ached, protesting the recent use of muscles that rarely saw much action. Even his toes throbbed when he pulled on his boots. Bassan realized he needed to change up his routine when he got back to Tgren. Witz was right about being soft.
They grabbed a plate of food and joined the small group gathered under the awnings. This time they reached the servings early rather than late, the food fresh and bowls piled high. Too tired for conversation, Bassan focused on his meal. Seated near the edge of the tables, he stole glances up at the sky. A faint light rose on the horizon, but darkness covered most of it, and he could even see a couple bright stars.
You weren’t kidding about early, he thought, scoo
