Waiting for the Boss

"Ma, we need some water!" 

"I'll be right there, Lob!" 

The entire dining hall was packed to the rafters. From the boarkin family to their newly hired staff, everyone was on full alert. 

Tucked away at a table in the corner, three men sat themselves down. 

"How much longer do you think Boss will be?" Lobur leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs. 

Across from him, the white-furred wolfkin kept quiet. He tapped his claws on the tabletop. 

Meanwhile, the third man kept his fists clenched. His daunting glare swayed back and forth, always bouncing off of Lobur and looming over Gerrart. 

"You can't be serious! Why the hell haven't you run yet? How long do you expect him to keep toying with you?" 

Gerrart glanced at the rhinokin. "He's not toying with me. Or with Lobur." 

Slam!