Even though Warrior Tucker was calm as can be due to being the party involved, Yvonne Finley couldn't match her composure. She walked to Tucker's side, sitting down and gripping her own knees tightly. With her brows knitted together, she shielded her eyes from the cold, foggy drizzle. "Did you… already know?" she asked.
Yvonne knew how much effort it took to utter those words.
Warrior Tucker poured a drink and handed it to her. With a slight smile on her face, she said, "Hmm, seeing as things are reaching their boiling point, it would hardly be fair for me to sit back and ignore the happenings. I received the email yesterday although, I didn't imagine… "
"And if that wasn't enough, today, a new one came forward hoping to deter my resolve. It's quite surprising." She took a sip of her drink, her tone lamenting, revealing no particular emotion.