It was a cool summer night. The crickets chirping and the moon shining down at them.. all while a bonfire burned Infront of them all. Infront of all four bishops, narinder and the Lamb and Goat. This was the Goat's plan really, they saw Narinder's family drama, and suggested they go a form of group therapy. And nobody who sat on these logs Infront of the fire seemed at all happy about it. Aside from the Goat, for some reason.

"I can't believe you dragged me here."

Narinder growled, sitting in-between the two crown bearers, his siblings sitting opposite of them. Of course the cat wouldn't sit with any of the bishops, that was a given. But it was surprising that he came anyways. Along with the four who seemed equally uninterested in this whole thing. They gave glares and unsure looks.. while Leshy cooked marshmallows on the bonfire, chomping on them without a care in the world. Nobody questioned it.