To protect him, he jumped between his brother and the savage bird, while it clawed at his back and pecked him repeatedly between the shoulder blades, leaving him with scars that still remind him of what happened that day.
The wine was already finished when he rolled the container to the ground, and as he stared at it he saw the silhouette, of a flight of stairs in the distance.
“I ran to win and save the people and the miners my friends,” he thought, and gave himself courage. After he stood up, he walked down the corridors right, left, right, straight ahead. He gazed at the stairs and walked on.
There was another glass wall... right, left, another wall. Back, then right again, but he was too late; on the opposite side were the mercenaries and they had already seen the weapons.
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