Dreading the thought of explaining to everyone in the council room that we knew very little about Edgars plans, except for the bump in the road he had hit, would fill the council room with fear. Those staying to fight would wonder if it was worth it, without an exact number of lost protectors we would be fighting against. Watching as they file into the room, surrounding Aaron, Kira and myself, the grumbles coming from around us, as people were expected to be here early of a morning, when they should have been opening shops.
“Good morning.” I state, as the room continues to fill up, trying my best to welcome those who have arrived on a sour note.
“This is no good morning; a good morning would be me opening my shop on time instead of wasting time worrying about what ifs.” Replied one of th
