Weird Fog

The atmosphere was tense and heavy, and no one in the room spoke until the door was opened. 

It was Jake, who still miraculously had spiky hair. "Boss, Bart got news—" He paused and looked at the somber people who weren't speaking at all. "What… happened?" 

Garan rubbed his temple. "What is it?"

Jake flinched, straightening up his back. "Bart...he's asking to see you." 

The heavy atmosphere in the room did not dissipate, but it did put a pause in their useless overthinking and worries. 

Garan took a moment to gather himself psychologically before standing up and following after Jake. "I was just getting back from my short mission when one of the Rolans pulled me over." 

Garan nodded without speaking and allowed Jake to lead him to the Rolans' mercenary headquarters. They walked to one of their gathering rooms and saw that Bart was waiting with two men.