Eventually, Godfrey heard of it. But the matter was already before the Elders. Dax stood outside his room with Oliver while Godfrey sat, his head facing the cement floor, yet his rage made the air within the room heavy.
The entire camp was silent.
The moment Godfrey rose to his feet, Dax's eyes gleamed, the same for Oliver, whose aura shifted sharply.
"Sit down," Dax said firmly. Though they couldn't see each other, both sides were perceptive enough to feel the movements being made on either side.
"Give me one reason why," Godfrey's deep voice came from the other side.
"The Captain is on his way. Wait till he comes. If you start a fight, everything will further collapse. A command has already been broken; it might get worse if a fight breaks out and you won't be going against one man but an entire squad," Dax explained.
"So?" Godfrey's voice rang from the other side.
