It was already night.
Fires blazed in the open area in front of the main house of Hongsong Manor, and shadows flickered around them. By the light of the flames, one could see several goats hanging from an oak tree on the edge of the clearing, waiting to be slaughtered.
In a room on the second floor of the main house, Winters sat by the window, fiddling with a steel awl and watching the busy people in the courtyard.
After several knocks, Kalman entered the room.
"Have you brought the smelling salts?" Winters asked indifferently. His gaze lingered on the bonfire, avoiding any eye contact with Kalman.
"I have," Kalman stood awkwardly in front of Winters, swallowing hard. "But I wouldn't recommend waking the injured man. Although the lead bullet has been removed, his condition is still very dangerous. Forcibly waking him from his coma would be... unwise, and might instead exacerbate his injuries."