Eye For An Eye

'Shit, will I have to deal with this nonsense from now on?' Atticus thought, feeling annoyed about the current situation.

A few minutes had passed, and Atticus found himself sitting inside his room. In front of him were Dario and Yotad, each holding a tray of food.

Atticus had gone through the trouble of setting up a table big enough for the three of them with exactly three chairs.

They both stood stiffly, holding their trays, looking lost and wondering what they were supposed to do next. Yotad was completely confused; not even in his wildest dreams would he ever think of sitting down and eating with his master.

Dario's thoughts were different. He was more versed in politics, which largely depended on one's ability to read others and predict their thoughts.