mind and coming out surprised at not just how dark he was, but also how his anger at the world was not just because it sucked, but because it could be better.

He stands and walks towards the large stew pot on the cooker, then opens the lid to smell it. There was still plenty left and he would leave it for the next day. It was always better on the second or third day anyway, after all the flavours had a chance to blend together. He stops for a moment to wonder if he just needed to sit out and stew with the group a bit more. Let them blend a bit to enhance the flavour too. But the army in the town, the asshole leading them knew his name and other details about him, surely he knew where he lived too?

The most worrying part of all was that he was sitting here,