Price and Nikolai sat together on the curb as they watched on as a bunch of shadows fought over a scrap of bread that Graves had thrown into the street. The shadows grabbed at each others hair, yelling as they did so as Nikolai laughed on about it.

You sat to the side of Ghost as Soap ranted on about something unknown as you nibbled away at the scrap of bread that had been thrown in the street.

You were all peasants, rotting in the dirt as Lord Graves watched on with his stupid smoulder.