All Guardians except Francis are awake, or rather was not able to sleep after the assumed last peaceful dinner they will ever have. Whether they will take this as a challenge and make sure to return in one piece OR expect the death toll on their hands is still questionable. Nobody knows their thoughts... nobody dared to speak up.
Everyone was on Edge, silently breathing, making sure they do not make any noise that will startle the others. The humid atmosphere brought sweat to form on the Guardian's forehead and palms. The simple feast that they enjoyed last night has been flushed out by the passing second as the ticking sound of the clock rings in their head. Their stomachs feel empty but they are not hungry.
