Tate
Another day, another meeting, probably one of their last, Tate thought wearily, leaning back in his seat and looking up at the ceiling while he listened to the most recent reports on Warmuth’s dealings and what his army was doing. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that this report was the same one from yesterday, but he had seen the scout come running back that morning during training, eager to tell anyone who would listen the news. He glanced over at the entrance to the dining room and kitchen where he knew Kelly and Ramona were listening while doing whatever they were doing to keep their hands busy. If Kelly didn’t mind Hawthorne, he would have had her come sit with him, not only to ease her nerves, but to get her opinion. However, he was the only one in the room besi
