CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stopping for a short time at a brook they encountered not far from the battlefield, the companions cleaned up, Sully deciding just to ditch his tunic as it was caked with blood and mud. They didn’t have the time to wash their clothes, and he frankly wanted to forget the incident, his vicious assault of Gleason’s corpse already haunting him. Once the others had washed up, they journeyed southwards, the donkey burdened with Haley and Siegfried, the former holding up the mage as they road bareback. The coins and jewelry, meanwhile, were divvied up between Thomas, Sully, and the now conscious Neydis brigand whose only injury seemed to be a mind-splitting headache. His compatriot, who still struggled with breathing, set the pace. Both Neydis guild members were bound at the wris
