You sat in the mess hall, with a few shadows. Playing a game, 'guess Graves age'. No one knew his age, so, why not make a game out of it.

"He's thirty-five." "No! He's forty." "No, no. He looks thirty-two."

The shadows and you laugh with each other. Just a nice fun game. Till, you saw Graves, standing in the opening of the room. He didn't look happy.

"Start lower, i beg you."