Keledu sent Mizhene away and returned alone to his quarters, which were located within the enormous military camp.
Keledu opened the door, looked around, then nodded. No one had indeed entered the room; even a thin layer of dust had gathered on the floor. This was his rule—no one was allowed to enter his room at will.
Keledu first removed his armor, placing his weapons and armor on the rack by the door. He then picked up the tools at the entrance and began cleaning the room himself. He had always preferred doing things personally.
The house was not large. He usually lived there alone, and its furnishings were simple, almost no different from the soldiers' barracks in the camp. It did not take much effort to clean.
The largest piece of furniture in the entire house was a huge bookshelf, filled with books Keledu had collected. Some came from the Raine Kingdom, some from the Vela Region and other civilized kingdoms, while others were the barbarians' own parchment scrolls.
Other than that, there was only a wooden plank bed. The burrs on its frame had not even been fully sanded down, and several tanned sheepskins had been laid over it. A rank, gamey smell still lingered in the air. It was clear that Keledu did not care much for comfort and had always lived simply.
Before long, the room was mostly clean. Keledu then opened the window to quickly clear away the dust and odors in the air, while he fetched a basin of water and briefly washed himself.
Keledu then opened the innermost door. A statue stood in the center of the room, depicting a man whose face was blurred beyond recognition. Keledu knelt before the statue and began praying quietly.
He remained like that for an hour