Liam slammed the door shut behind him, the echo carrying down the cold stone corridor. His shoulders burned where Elias's knife had struck him. He ripped open his tunic, winching as the fabric clung to the wound. The blade had pierced through clean, shallow but precise. Typical Elias. Never a shove or a slap when a knife would do. He muttered under his breath, pouring water from the basin and pressing a cloth against the gash. “Reckless idoit….” . He cursed out as the sting drew a sharp breath between his teeth. Blood swirled in the water and for a moment, he just stared at it, lost in his thoughts. He wrapped the wound with a strip of linen and flexed his shoulders, testing the muscle.
When the pain dulled, he picked a clean shirt from the closet. Liam stepped outside to clear his head.
