You sat at a giant dinner table, the red leader sat at the end, you sat a few seats away from him, attaches and high ranked generals and subordinates sat too. His right hand men, stood on either side of him, Paul and patryk. Everyone ate in silence as butlers with Maktesløse masks walked by, at the ready to be called, until the red leader stood up and hit a spoon against the side of his wine glass lightly, getting people’s attention. “Here’s to the future and the hope that comes with it for our army!” His words were happy and hopeful, his demeanor was malevolent though.