Everyone sat around a table. There were drinks in front of them, which Kyle recognized. He remembered drinking this beverage the last time he had talked to the man. If he remembered correctly, it was called Burning Heart.
Yet, no one touched the drinks. The man had placed the drinks on the table and had asked everyone to be seated.
The table had the form of a hexagon, which seemed to be an unfitting form for everyone's stance. After all, there were five camps, not six. Kyle was one camp. Sebastian and Melanie were one camp. The Overseer was a camp. Swamp Dragon was a camp. The man was a camp.
Initially, Melanie had believed that she should sit separately from Sebastian. After all, they were six people.
"That spot is already occupied," the man said with a smile. "You can sit with your partner."
Naturally, Melanie did just that, and in the end, five of the six sides of the table were occupied.
For a while, everyone remained silent, lost in their thoughts.
