Gregory stood, his massive frame unfolding from the too-small seat.
"Ryan, Eleanor." He waved his hand for them to follow. "Come on."
Ryan blinked, then stood quickly. Eleanor followed.
Jared frowned, glancing at the massive stranger. "Why are you following this man?" He stepped forward protectively. "I knew it! Is this guy the real reason you two have so much money? Not Principal Helena? Do you owe him money?" His hand moved to his belt instinctively where he had a dagger hidden.
James moved in closer, "We've got your backs. Don't worry." James raised his fists.
The poor civilians that were sitting beside Gregory sank in their chairs, trying to seem invisible.
Gregory sighed heavily, "No they don't owe me any money."
