We appeared in a sleek modern office, the blinds had been drawn closed but I could still see the sun peaking out from the edges of the blinds and streaming into the room. A tall, reedy man stepped forward.
“My King, My Queen.” He greeted, bowing. “My name is David Clayton, it is an honour to have you here at The Clarion.”
Jacob nodded.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Clayton. Adelaide and I appreciate your cooperation.”
David shook his head, a sad expression on his face.
“It is the least I can do, after everything we have all been through at the hands of those tyrannical wolf kings.”
He walked over to a drawer and brought out two black medium sized duffel bags, he handed me one and gave the other to Jacob.
“There is a toilet through that door.” He pointed out, I took the bag
