Nimin closed his eyes for a moment. He felt an invisible pressure form on his shoulders that caused his body to flood with exhaustion.
The stress from managing a revolution was ridiculous, something he hadn't envisioned. He was just grateful that he didn't need to organize the members as well. Else he really would have collapsed.
Someone knocked on the door, snapping Nimin out of his daze. He rapidly adjusted his posture and brightened his expression, "Come in."
Para gently opened the door, "Hey. . . can we chat for a moment?"
"Yeah, no problem."
Nodding faintly Para closed the door behind her, "How's everything going?"
"Thanks to Akiol's friends we might be able to obtain some decent equipment. Truly I have a lot to thank those guys for.", Nimin sighed and leaned back into his chair.
"Anything that's troubling?"
"Not that I can think of, I'm decently certain I have handled everything."
"What about those NPCs that got wind of us?"
