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Drake continued to talk excitedly as he moved down the hall, pausing momentarily when they passed where James was still lying, unconscious, to sling the boy over his shoulder. James flopped limply, the back of his head still bleeding a bit, it would still be quite a while until he recovered enough to regain consciousness.

"Now, I've got James, and Esther, I wonder where the other two happened off to." He said, half to himself. Ah, no matter. He'd find them after he'd gotten the pot of soup back up to an edible warmth. Setting off down the hall again, still talking aimlessly for no other reason than that it amused him, Drake more or less than dragged the young woman along. Swiftly he made his way to the dining hall, depositing James's limp body and the young lady there.

"Keep an eye on James, will you? I'll be back in a moment with food." he said over his shoulder.

Now it was time to put the food back into the fire so it would heat. And find the other two. Drake entered the kitchen, stepping over Monica's body, he really needed to clean that up, as he did so. He grabbed the pot that was still sitting out from breakfast, added a bit more water and some more meat, then put it back on the fire along with some more wood. Stoves were for the less talented and easily burned. Fires were the way to do things right in Drake's opinion. He hummed lightly as he worked, wondering where the humans had gone off to and gingerly avoiding the dead body on the floor.