Jenkins
Still somewhat dazed from the conversation I just had with Zeldric, I head to the kitchen. Everyone is having breakfast, and they watch me with curiosity—and, I think, a bit of fear—when I walk in. I have to keep my s**t together. I’ll process everything little by little, but if I let it paralyze me, it will be worse than feeling nothing at all.
I take a deep breath through my nose and lift my chin.
"Good morning," I greet.
No one answers. They just kept staring at me as if an alien had possessed my body.
After serving myself a cup of coffee, I turn around with a raised eyebrow, and they all suddenly pretend to go back to eating. Lagos is the first to speak.
"How’s Zeldric?"
"Better. He’s recovering, but he needs to rest as much as possible before the party starts. Do you kn
