Manfrid's POV.
I sat in my old booth inside 'The Happy Hound'. I smiled to myself as I looked around the tiny, cramped room. Everything was still exactly the same. The dim lighting, the rock' n' roll music playing on the Jukebox, the smell of sweat and stale beer. The only thing that was different was the man behind the bar serving drinks to the rowdy customers.
It felt like I had come home after such a long time away. I felt comfortable here, like I belonged. I never even realized how much I actually missed the place until I set foot in it again.
Memories of how it used to be came flooding back. All the nights I spent here with my top two soldiers. The fun we had. The power and control that we had. I also remember the first night that Shaun dared to show his pretty little face in here
