Just finishing up, finally!



“What was his name again?” he asks the shipwright.

“Ludik, I believe. Wait, no… Ludwig,” the shipwright pauses, closing his eyes. “Something like it, at least.”

The bruise on the man’s temple. The amount of chains around his limbs. The proud posture.

Sadik knows a challenge when he sees one. Though he also knows it’s a bad idea, he lets out a deep breath and gets up, heading towards the stage.

“I really think you shouldn’t, Sadik,” his friend calls after him.

The sun bears down on him as soon as he leaves their tent, agreeing with his friend.

“I know, I know,” he grumbles, ascending the steps until he’s up on stage with Ludwig.