Time passed as he vigilantly maintained his watch, his study.
There was no sign of the Demon Lord's army, and no reference to what had happened to him in the literature.
He drew a portrait of Mariposa and stuck it to his wall, to remind him. He had to get back to her.
By Fall, he wondered if he ever really would.
Certainly it was because his village's information was limited.
If the winter passed without the demon horde's encroachment, he'd have to take up Master Ornstein's offer to go to the Chalcedonian Order of Holy Knights in the capital and study there. They had to have literature on it.