Tag: Wretched x 1

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...