Duke Vale was sitting in the room, half asleep in the chair by what looked like Dante in another bed in the room. When he heard Damien he blinked and looked up. “Oh, Master Damien. Glad to see your awake.” He walked over and helped the wolf sit up. “How are you feeling? Anything stiff?” 

The Duke looked terrible. He was in simple clothes but it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.