Bellah watched the cat walk across Stockade's bed, wondering why the man kept such a small creature that couldn't be ridden or useful in battle. Maybe he was fattening it up and planned to eat it?
"You are fit for battle now?" she asked, watching Stockade take his medicine.
Gen hacked up a chunk of meat. It flew and plopped into Erras' coffee cup.
"..... uh! I could have died!" he was annoyed that Erras hadn't helped.
"One should never speak with one's mouthful." Erras peered into his brew with a disgusted look.
"... I'll go get you another drink." Gen headed to the bar and took a seat.