The rapping the door caught the attention of several disgruntled guards, removed from their city and now set to work in the mansion as an official refugee camp. The door stood ajar as one guard opened it, took a look at Luka and bellowed a laugh.
“Hahaha! Boy, you look like hell. Your village, excuse the joke, came under attack too?” the innocently bitter smile adorned his face while several of his colleagues shared another laugh. His eyes grazed over Luka and caught at his sword, the wan smile brightened up considerably. “Well, a swordsman have we? Come on in then! It may smell like a hot mess but it’s all we can spare as a haven.”
You know, there are times in which Luka would more than welcome a little laugh or a joke. Actually, he was always ready to hear them, and even if those were insulting him or something about him, he would simply ignore them and let the wound of said words just be forgotten in one day tops. He was like a sponge, absorbing everything but trying his best to look ok, smilling, not to be a burden to other.
But, having to run away from a castle, fighting your way thought a desert filled with monster girls and chimeras, having to look at the distructions they brough and, lastly, not being able to do anything for them was an heavy tool on his mood, and if it wasn’t for the great autocontrol he had in such situations, he would simply slam the door open and run towards Chrome, to ask…no, maybe even to FORCE her to help.
“Sir, there’s nothing to joke about.” He started, fully aware that if he said the wrong things, he would have been classified as an heretic, and he really didn’t like the prospective to fight some more. “And I have no time to rest. Where’s the Mansion’s owner, Chrome? I need to speak to her, is urgent.” The emphasis on that last word was placed carefully, and his voice changed in order to not be too childish like when he said it. Normally he would never, ever speak so boldly with anyone, but with his body and nervers close to collapse on the spot, he simply had no time to lose.
The group of guards were silent for a moment, some looking a bit lost in contemplation when the leader started up again. “Surely there was a time when, with all our power and respect, we would and could do something about such an… incident. I don’t know if you got some sort of death wish or if something is just driving ya, but I can at least see that you’re trying your damnedest to do your duty.”
And without a word he pointed towards the stairs, what’s one hero to a bunch of citizens? Besides that, the boy looked wounded. ”Oy, it’s a funny world, ain’t it, Kid? We’re now depending on our largest enemies while our saviors decide to sink the ship! I can’t complain though, I’ve got no family to worry about and I can still swing a sword.”
“Anyway, you shouldn’t waste your time listening to the ramblings of a failure of a soldier. That mon-, no, that girl, Chrome, is downstairs. She might not be in the best of moods, so at least expect the little brat to take a swing of two, aye? And tell her to patch you up; you can’t fight wounded.”