Laura readied herself, with her hair disheveled, clothes cut apart up to under her chest, a freshly stitched wound, and an empty stomach— well no more, as she stole a biscuit and a bottle of water in the room where she supposed was the room for the sentinels considering how dirty with a mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol smell that her fingers never left her nose just to not smell this awful scent.
There were also billiards, cards, and other casino games everywhere, expected to these ugly, never been groomed sentinels. Overall, it was dirtier than a pigsty, she was even reluctant at picking the food resting on the table at first, but with the nth time her stomach growled, who was she to be picky?
"Can't you be any faster? Sean was having a hard time keeping the scholars safe." Dale
