"They are still not here yet? Can't we just sleep a bit more?" Neil, The Tyr Gauntlet's Shadow King, was also snoozing off in his bed waiting for the enemy to ambush. Technically, all of them could sleep through the entire fight after Kraft told them that there were some 'minor' changes to their orders. But after the complete utter defeat of his Elites against Lynn, most of them wanted to prove to their King again that they were not that useless.
"Boss, you know your men will give you a flat No, right?" Adora, the Tyr Elites' only healer, had prepared a tray filled with wholesome food and placed it aside for her King to partake for breakfast. A cup of orange juice and a few slices of bread accompanied with a chunk of bacon. The outpost's automated pantry was providing these meals so readily that all she needed to do was to bring the tray to her King's side. "If you wake up now, you might enjoy some goodness before the fight. That cooked sliced meat was terrific."
