Scar's lunch hadn't consisted of much more than picking off the moderately edible parts of the so-called 'sandwiches' on a bench in the courtyard, which had suited the former lion just fine. It was before long, however, when the former lion was ushered back inside into what was the game room.

Unfortunately, games were hardly different from any other activity Landel chose to bother them with during the day. Other than the fact that he had no idea how most of them worked, he was no longer some dimwitted cub. He dropped into the first chair he could find, barely paying any interest to the items arrayed in front of him. Instead, boredom was written all over his face.

[Free!]