"Uh huh!" Morgan nodded enthusiastically at first, but then his excitement dimmed. "But it flew away. It escaped."
"Don't be sad. How about we go hunting later? We have falcons. Vince will show you around," Clyde suggested, trying to uplift the boy's spirits.
"Falcons?" Morgan blinked, a bit puzzled.
Clyde nodded. "Yeah. They're the fastest and coolest birds. Would you like to see them?"
Morgan's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Yeah! I want to see them! I want to see them!"
"Alright. We'll go see them," Clyde confirmed, a light scoff escaping him.
Amidst the tension lingering in the air, Clyde's eyes briefly swept across the room, catching Vincent engaged in a discreet conversation with Mervyn in a secluded corner.
"Pull yourself together," Vincent hissed, casting furtive glances around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.
