It was the early hours of the morning; the sun was still on its way to full ascension, its journey leaving the morning atmosphere warm and soothing.
In the country of Ergand, within its presidency, there was a garden filled with several human-sized statues and a variety of flowers.
This garden was a place where any stressed mind, especially the president's, could come to find solace, and at the moment, the garden was inhabited by a group of people, ones who weren't seeking solace but rather revenge or peace. There was a fairly long table placed at the centre of the garden close to a pool worth lounging in. Currently, the table was occupied by 5 people.
At one end, the end which had the rather luxuriously made golden chair, sat Seth, his body slouched into the thankfully soft seat, his eyes a little bit unfocused, not even the food placed before him stirring his appetite.
