The Kapo of Ward One played the Far Circle trump to scatter the envious glances he was targeting and slammed the wooden door in. The auras of the twenty youths he left behind changed at that moment; Kapo's words were actual; he could make their lives hell if he wanted to.
It had already happened; if they continued their hostile attitude, their future life would be in jeopardy. The first sign of their softening body language was their head bowed to the ground; their fighting spirits that had flared up after the night raid were being tamed with the chains of slavery again.
The students of the Ninth Ward had concluded that Baybars did not know what was going to happen. As Sam told him about the night raid during the march, the others realized that their Kapos were innocent. Therefore, their entrance to the shop, which has an engraved sign with a steaming bowl of food, was more energetic, and their clean clothes had a big part in this.
"Welcome!"
