No one, however, bothered her Highness, but quite a few inquisitive faces looked into the compartment. She remained aloof throughout the time we were ...aiting, ringing the bell for coffee and tea to be served. The girl brought in a trolley laden with scones and butter, pretzels, marmalade and honey, cold meats and cheeses. Paradise once more.However, when the girl tried to leave after arranging everything, the lady scolded her in a friendly way. "No, dear, you will have to set the table. “There’s some internal bruising and small cuts to the intestines, but nothing that won’t heal with time. She’s not out of the woods yet, but she’ll be able to tough it out,” said Sigrid.“Good. I need somebody I can sell to make some damn money,” I grumbled.We moved on to the next set of bodies. The next hour passed by in a morass of torn flesh, broken bones, blood, bile, and shit. I walked down long rows of men and women pierced by arrows, trampled by their fellow villagers, and cleaved by. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek as I took it. He lit it for me and I leaned against a nearby tree. I'm not sure why, but cigarettes calm me. Perhaps it has something to do with the oxygen deprivation, or maybe it's all the stuff that gets sucked into my lungs along with the smoke, or maybe it has something to do with the fact that I always feel relaxed out here on Thrasher Pike. There's no pretentiousness out here and, usually, nobody's angry at anybody else. The folks of Thrasher Pike. 30 pm. My sister called to inform that she had asked her assistant to pack her bags as she had to leave for Australia regarding a business meeting.So her assistant came home packed her bags and left in 20 minutes. I gradually asked my mom whether we can have some drinks, which she neglected at first as she was already high but accepted on my continuous persistence. I prepared two 90 ml shots of scotch and handed her glass to her. She gulped it in one go. I was sipping bit by bit.I prepared.