Praetor watched her go, he hadn't even caught her name still she seemed a decent person, like a soldier he had known, just blocked everything out with anger. Sighing he waited, knowing enough not to follow a angry women he waited for Lucian, hoping he would be out shortly or he have to drag the man out. Pulling out a small book he began to write, it was his journal, in his home he had bookcases full of them, detailing his life and accomplishments if anyone ever read them he would just say the were works of fiction. He began to write of the nights events humming as jotted down the nights events so far.