Tirisana Bloodsear

I am sitting in my favorite bar with my boots up on the table enjoying a bottle of Silvermoon’s finest when this little twerp who can not be more than an hundred and does not look old enough to shave, let alone be in the Army with a pair of shiny new lieutenant’s tabs, marches up to my table and snaps off a parade ground salute.

“Mistress Bloodsear.” He says, not making it a question.

I wave a couple of fingers in the vicinity of my right temple by way of returning his salute. “You found her,” I say. “What’s up?”

He looks all kinds of scandalized, but I outrank him so all he can do is say, “General Bloodheart’s compliments, ma’am and he’d like to see you at your convenience.” Which is a polite way of...

I’d been hunting Wretched for a couple of weeks when this guy looks me up and says he has a job if I’m interested. And I’m interested because turning in ears is pretty boring and doesn’t pay all that well. Turns out the job is finding a guy who owes him a lot of money. It’s even mostly legal since the guy has a warrant and everything, just needs someone to find the deadbeat and haul his ass back to Silvermoon.

So I look at the client and I say, “What’s the catch?” because otherwise he wouldn’t be hiring someone like me. The catch is that the guy’s hightailed it for some shithole way the hell out in the Ghostlands and the client can’t find anyone willing to go after him on account of the Ghostlands are still...