All That's Left

Since it was early morning the pub wasn’t exactly filled to the brim with people inside.

So there was plenty of space for them to gather seats, and for the Altered hunters to discuss matters amongst each other.

They were in a large semicircle booth, where a few were sat up against the back in the semi circle and others sat in chairs around the table.

They were sat at the back where others couldn’t hear them, but constantly, Ozacas, Cooper, and Joy were turning their heads to see if anyone could hear them.

“Don’t worry, no one inside is part of them if that’s what you’re wondering,” Edvard said. “Trust me, I would know.”

“Right,” Cooper said holding the bandaged part of his arm. “But if you were with us not too long ago, then I’m not too sure you would be saying the same thing.”

“Go then,” Donald said. “Tell us. I’m guessing it’s going to explain why you guys were a little late as well?”