The constant war and fighting had you weary. Your body always ached, but you had trained for this, so you were obligated to push through. It was only what a soldier would do.

But trying to take the Trojans down so often ultimately left you with some injuries here and there. A stray arrow on the field had left a long and deep gash on your calf had you leaning heavily on some comrades as you stumbled to the physician’s tent. The physician was currently too busy tending to another wounded soldier, leaving Patroclus the only idle party.