Ehhh that’s good enough - mediocretes

Áskell flinched but soon shifted into a more comfortable position. The injuries would mean taking it easy for awhile until he was healed up enough to get back to training. It frustrated the young warrior to be laid low yet again. His ears twitched at the sound of approach and he looked up to see Usagi. He dipped his head low in greeting though didn't bother to stand.

"Who did this to you, Áskell?”

"That… is a difficult question to answer." He didn't know how much of his memory to trust. "I fell asleep at that strange autumn festival, the one with all the familiars. I had a tortuous dream and awoke to find my legs torn. Was it the work of a spirit encounter or did I battle some creature and simply can't remember?" He sighed heavily. Some days he felt like he was more of a burden on his pack than an asset.