My concern outside the battlefield is my wise counselor. The old man is a very hardworking man, but his health seems to falter. Recently, he's been complaining about that nagging noise bothering him. He said it kept on ringing in his ear. I even asked him to get his ears checked after the war.
Then it happened. I was about to retire for the night, and he was already slumbering. I lit up a small lamp to check the cots in the tent we share.
And there it was, crawling out of his ear as discreetly as the evening mischief. An eight- legged critter. A rare Mariner Spider he must have caught when we were in Port Kiris! Thankfully, I haven't removed my gauntlet yet. I picked it up and pinched it flat.
Au revoir, arachnid!
The next morning, he woke up refreshed, remarking that he had a sound sleep, and that his hearing seemed to have improved. That suffices to make me complacent. At the very least, if we had an encounter in the enemy lines, I would not be worried with his wellness.
Suddenly, what I considered a peaceful morning turned awry when that young mage Lute screamed like there was no tomorrow, fighting with her monk friend, Artur.
"I know nothing with your missing blue spider! You said it was a week ago when you last checked 'your pet'!" The young monk explained profusely.
"Artur! You are the only one I know who is fearsome of spiders! I swear I'll kill whoever took my Mariner!" Her eyes stared razor- sharp at the frightened young man, gripping an Elfire tome tightly in hand.
Oops.