In about a month, they would be marching to the border with Balium, so Hadjar didn’t have enough time. Besides, what assurance did he have that the healer would even tell him anything this time? She hadn’t exactly been talkative during their last meeting.
Of course, now he could simply try to force her to tell him everything, but... for a start, it was at odds with Hadjar’s principles, and secondly, he would simply be unable to do so. Not physically, but morally. He just didn’t have the heart for it.
He could only wash up, meditate a little, and then head off to bed.
Lying down on the bed, wrapped in the skins, Hadjar winced slightly. His back still ached from the punishment he’d accepted on behalf of his soldiers. He wouldn’t be surprised if he soon found several thin scars across it.
