Max watched the young man beside him with deep eyes, his usual sharpness completely transformed into a gentle expression.
The young man lay still for only a moment before suddenly sitting bolt upright, as if remembering something very important, and rushed out into the courtyard.
Eric pushed the door open, a sense of dread rising in his heart. The glass panes were fogged over with condensation and night dew, obscuring his view of the courtyard. He'd forgotten all about the crowd of drunks passed out there last night.
The scene in the courtyard was not as chaotic as he had imagined. It seemed someone had already cleaned up. The Dwarves were gone, likely having been taken home.
Thank goodness. At this temperature, as long as the Dwarves didn't sleep outside, they'd be fine. Seeing Sam sleeping soundly with his leg propped on Kevin's face, he knew for sure that Jessica and the others had come. Not only had they cleaned the courtyard for him, but they had also taken the Dwarves home.
