Greave's Story

As the night wore on more and more people started to join us in the eatery of the Camden lock market, grabbing their own drinks and food and moving tables together so that they could sit in bigger crowds.

As things became louder and more boisterous it was clear that we weren't going to be able to talk in the way that we had been any longer.

"Should we leave? I can give you some of my back story on the way," Greave said, already standing up from his chair.

None of us had any disagreements, so considering we'd paid when we bought the food the rest of us stood, pulled on our jackets, and left.

The marketplace had only gotten livelier in the time that we had been sitting near the river. As work in the centre of the community had come to a close, more and more people had filtered up through the mostly deserted streets of the Northern Quarter to this secret oasis in a desert of villain territory.