Acrius' ears perked up she mentioned the knights and her order. [i][color=#FF9900]Cleric of the dead? Knights?[/color][/i] The boy thought. He figured it must've been his fatigue getting to him but he was almost certain that those knights didn't make it after the tunnel's collapse. It must've been his fatigue getting to him, even though he still felt particularly spry. If nothing else he may just mention it the next time he sees Balthazar.

The orange-eyed boy tread back to his quarters to catch a bit of rest but was stopped by one of the chambermaids when she noticed his red and bleeding fingers. Acrius didn't even notice the small cut and, if he did, would've just cauterized his fingers if need-be. His eyes shifted to his fingers as blood slowly trickled on the pristine cobble floors. [color=#FF9900][b]"Apologies, I didn't notice-"[/b][/color] The chambermaid practically yanked him to a chair and started bandaging up his fingers, [i][color=#FF9900]She must really dislike blood on the floor.[/color][/i]

Acrius stared at his overly-bandaged hand. The maid was overreacting but he really couldn't say anything. On his way back he also bumped into Celeste, who had a sour look on her face before she saw Acrius, it seemed that she was getting reprimanded by one of the sergeants for not strictly following orders. She enveloped him into another hug before laughing at his overly bandaged hands. The two talked about the battlefront and what had happened in their fronts, the two didn't meet each other as she was stationed on the Western gate and was exclusively an archer. She was grinning widely as she described an arched shot that  targeted one of the commanders. Acrius praised her skill and regaled her with his own adventures on the sewers.

[center][color=#3498db][b]"Ah that's why you smell like horse shite that's been dragged through an outhouse."[/b][/color]

[color=#FF9900][b]"Does your brother know of your vulgar tongue?"[/b][/color]

[sub][sub][color=#3498db][b]"My tongue can be more than that."[/b][/color][/sub][/sub]

[color=#FF9900][b]"Hmm, what?"[/b]

[color=#3498db][b]"Nothing."[/b][/color][/color][/center]
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The Bergkoff celebration was in full swing. The town was practically dancing and moral rose due to the earlier victory. The party in the square planned by the Duke, Balthazar and Leonidas was clever, in all honesty. It helps the citizens (even the soldiers) keep their mind off the taxing siege. Celeste opted to stay in, as she was tired and didn't have Acrius' non-exhaustive stamina. Acrius donned a tunic and had a shorter sword hanging from his waist. It was similar to his garb he wore during his nightly excursion as Arthur.

Acrius himself was eyeing the different foods offered by the merchant, he had enough money and he was curious enough. The smell that filled the plaza was almost mouth-watering. Aside from fighting, he did have a liking towards food. This was because he never really ate properly during his childhood- he had to eat what he could to survive, so now that he had gold he could do what he wanted. It's not like he spent it on anything else.

Acrius walked up to different stalls and tried out different foods while keeping an eye out on Leonidas' table. He would join later, after the ale's depleted, because he knew that someone on that table would force him to drink again. 

He'd rather not relive what happened when he did get drunk.