Chatter fell over the table. A dinner, a celebration of the Deputy joining Eden’s Gate.

Joseph sat at the head of the table, Jacob chatting with him about strategies and the Projects army. Solider talk.

John was glaring at you, happy that you reached atonement so he could keep his spot as a Herald, but still grumpy about everything you put him through.

Faith was getting you a plate, putting all her favorites on it. You were a little concerned she was going to put bliss in it.