“Yes, thank you, you can write to Anton, but please mention that I will be joining the knights who will be dispatched from here,” Harld replied.
“What are you talking about? Are you insane? You can die over there. No there will be no such thing, you are just thinking about being suicidal, this is stupid.” Ralf scolded him.
“I am sane Ralf and I am not doing this out of being emotional.” Harld raised his voice a bit to stop Ralf from interrupting him.
"This is what I have decided. To be a good medic, one should take challenges, I will as well, there is no greater honor than this.”
“This is not right, who told you to do this, the medic to accompany the knights is mostly chosen from the camps themselves or randomly by the captain.” Ralf almost got up to get answers but Harld caught his hand.
“Do not stop me, I already volunteered my name in the paper.”
“Then what about the disease? What about our research?” Ralf grabbed his hand pulling on the sleeve.