Richard arrives around midday with a lot of Chinese food. Nate and Richard spread it out over the table, while Fi and Sammy finally come down from their room. They’d spent the morning in their room, recovering from being drugged the night before. They start drooling at the sight of the food, and eagerly come and sit down with everyone. The plates are piled high, and everyone digs in. Richard seems a lot more relaxed.
“I saw the tarp on the way in. I’m glad they’re all dead, it’s a weight off my mind, truly. I’ll be taking the reins of what’s left of the English ‘Veil’. I’ll try and get it back to its original goals of unity and general good deeds to benefit all.” Richard looks tired, but like there’s also more to be said. George narrows his eyes,
“There’s something else you want to share
