My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 110 Getting Up Part 7

After another bowl of stew, which was honestly probably way too much at this point, he finally set off to look for his missing axe. His first instinct was to check where he remembered fighting the champion, but unsurprisingly, it wasn't still there. He tried asking company members about it, but none of them seemed to have seen or heard anything about it. After about thirty minutes of searching and asking around, he still didn't have any idea what happened to it, and a sinking feeling built in the pit of his stomach. It didn't seem to him that something as distinct as that weapon was could just up and disappear. Which meant either someone had taken it, or it had been destroyed during or after the fight.

He wasn't sure that it would even be possible for a magical weapon to be broken, but that didn't stop his mind from running over the possibility over and over. Unable to shake the anxiety he was experiencing, he finally decided to get his mind off of things by going to visit Madeleine in the hospital tent. Maybe talking to her would set him more at ease.

Walking into the tent, the scent of blood and sweat and s.h.i.t smacked him square in the face, and his eyes watered as he struggled not to gag. Looking around, the length of the tent was lined with makeshift cots topped with bedrolls that the wounded lay on. There would perhaps three dozen or so injured form the looks of it. A few sat propped up, either eating or conversing. The majority, however, were laid flat and not moving, their figures swathed in blood-caked bandages and makeshift splints.

Jack finally found Madeleine at the far end of the tent, curled up on top of a bedroll. She was paler than usual, with a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. As he walked over towards her, the healer standing over her saw him coming held a finger up to her mouth to signal him for quiet. When he got close, he could tell from the rhythm of her breathing that she was fast asleep.

The healer walked over to stand beside him, and Jack asked in a low voice "How is she?"
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"She's taken ill, but she'll pull through. Probably got it from the pestilence that greenskins tend to carry with them." The bearded man replied. "It's strange... normally that comes with a fever, but she's bone-cold to the touch. I would be worried about it if she were human, but she's not, so perhaps it works differently for her."

"Normally, she's painfully hot to the touch, so maybe a chill for her is a fever for us." Jack said, speculating.

"Perhaps. I've certainly seen stranger." The man said, appraising the sleeping girl in front of him.

After watching her for a moment and confirming again that she was alright, Jack thanked the man, and worked his way back out of the tent and into fresh air. The contrast in smells was so stark that he spent several long moments taking the clean air in.

Jack looked around the camp again. Well, now that he knew where Madeleine was, and for sure had no idea where his axe was, he didn't have much else to delay him from meeting with the brothers. He could probably use looking for Rose as an excuse, but he suspected they'd already spoken to her, and she'd be joining the three of them for the sit-down. At least, he hoped that was the case. The idea of entering what was probably going to be a full-blown interrogation alone wasn't really the most appealing thought.