Capítulo 520: Useless

⟬ Evening, second sun. Seventeen bells until Cersei's Rest. ⟭ 

"Doesn't seem right, Boss..." 

Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark stared at the bottle of jam with healthy skepticism. 

Tycon applied the stuff to a slice of cured meat using a weird knife (he called it a... spreading knife?) 

"It's good," The green-haired noble pushed the bottle towards him, "Try it." 

Lone tried it. 

...It was good. 

Without Maisie, dinner was a simple fare of cured meats, cheeses, and some fresh bread. It was a good meal... not quite... 'Golden Eagle' luxurious, but... it's not like Lone could complain to the Captain about it. 

It was just him and Tycon in the dining hall. With Elladan confessing to the murder and confined to a bed, there wasn't a reason to stay together, anymore. 

"Boss, what's gonna happen to Mister Elladan?"