A low groan escaped the knight as he lay on the cot, his face a mask of agony. He was clearly in immense pain.
Just then, the door swung open and the lord of the territory entered.
“How are you faring?”
“I… I will be well in a few days. My apologies, my lord.”
“It is I you should be apologizing to. To be defeated by a savage who knows nothing of the sword.”
An old man appeared from behind the lord, and the knight’s face went rigid. He tried
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