The rebels returned to their families and simple lives, merry and triumphant. They had escaped death for another day- that was something to jubilate. The people could go back to conducting their businesses- everything was pretty much back to normal. But it wasn't entirely as it was. Some men were still missing from the flock.
Colossal and Jariyeh were not particularly in high spirits. That's because they were missing a friend. They were not the only ones with that burden on their minds.
They joined their friends at the usual tavern at night, sitting in a private booth. The drinks kept coming, and their high-pitched yelling for drinks did annoy and troubled the waiters. But that died down when a masked man took his place at the table.
"Bring our General a bottle, will you?" One of them s
