[Gallagher]

Erik didn't pay much attention to the second older man until he was addressed. It looked like the man had brought his own snacks to share. Before he could reply to him, however, his own servant came plowing into the room, and the refreshment table. Erik blinked, looked down at a splatter of gooey pastry on his shirt, and wiped juice off of his face. "The war doesn't start until Merlin says so, Saber."