"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
"I said… someone infiltrated the Knox mansion, and cooked my little ducklings."
The second elder, Stane Knox, laughed hysterically even as the look on the face of the first elder kept getting darker. If not for a kick to the shin, he probably would have kept laughing.
He whined in his mind about how sinister the first elder and patriarch were, sitting on his either side when the round table had enough space for thirty people.
"Do you think it's funny? With the situation as it is now, isn't it bad enough that someone can sneak in and out of this place as they please? And they're so fearless that they dare to make a dinner from our pets!"
Stane felt wronged. Is he the only one in the room who doesn't take things too seriously? Why can't there be coincidences in this world? Not everything has to be a conspiracy!
