"You need help with that thing?"
Viktor asked, eyeing the greatsword Kaiser was carrying with both hands.
His brows raised slightly at the sight of Kaiser's frown as he adjusted the weight of it. The two of them were on their way to the Silver Place, following behind a guard.
"Hmm, no thanks... I'll just consider this as training."
Kaiser replied without looking at him, his tone calm but strained.
"Don't force yourself too much. You just woke up yesterday."
Viktor reminded.
"Yeah, sure... And thanks for carrying my clothes too."
"Yeah, no problem."
Currently, Kaiser was decked out in his gear—his familiar leather armor snug against his torso, vambraces secured tightly around his forearms. His other greatsword was strapped to his back alongside the three javelins. A chipped short sword hung at his waist, and a small buckler with a hole rested on his left forearm. He looked like he was ready for war, not just walking to a new room.
