Chapter Thirty-Six: Worry

It was late into the evening, well past Grunald’s training with the sword, well past dinner, when Kilvic stumbled his way through the hostel door. It was a testament to how often the headmaster had visitors. It was also a testament to how long the headmaster stayed in his office. While it had been well in the early hours of the evening before he’d gained enough control over his body to drag himself away from the headmaster’s door and out of the administrative building, it was still quite late. And not once had a single person walked by.

The day had been darkened considerably when he’d come into view of open space where he could be seen by any, stumbling and staggering like a child intoxicated by the wrong type of wine stolen from his parent’s cellar. The door received him passively. The living room he stumbled into received him warmly. The testy heat from the fire blazing in the fire place was a kind contrast to the cold outside. Winter was near.