Zoar spent the majority of the breakfast trying to catch my eyes. I had no doubts he was trying to snare me once more and was determined to not let it happen again. I was in the middle of cutting up a piece of sausage when there was a bustle of activity. I heard Charles voice echoing as he called for someone to stop.
My curiosity over just who he was talking to was sated when the doors to the room were thrown open. A motley group stood panting as they stared at Adrian. They were in military gear from what I could make out. Uniforms that should have been dark blue and pressed neat had tears and blood splatters all over them. Various golden buttons had been ripped from their snug locations leaving not so many shiny orphans behind. One man had a hand pressed to his side. Blood flowed from wh
