“So…I don’t really understand this,” said Cob. “Your Shadow Folk live in an unassailable godly realm, can pass through shadows with jus’ a thought, can basically go anywhere and take anything they want…and yet somehow y’ don’t rule the world?”
Lark grinned and shrugged. “We’re not interested in that.”
“But…why?”
“So tell me about Amandon,” said Cob as they walked. “Since it seems like we’re gonna be trekkin’ through it for a while.”
“This is your fifth complaint against Specialist Weshker,” said Captain Sarovy, drumming a finger on his ledger. “And none of them are actionable.”
Lieutenant Linciard grimaced and wrung his broad hands together thoughtlessly. “I know, sir. But—“
“Is there something you would like to talk about?”
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“If we follow the plan, won’t we be heading into Riddian?” said Lark. “I’ve heard about that place. It doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It’s not,” said Dasira flatly. “I used to live there.”
Captain Sarovy frowned at the man who lounged across from him, as comfortable in the camp chair as if in his own home. “Lancer Jonmel Stormfollower,” he said neutrally. “Here again.”
“Yessir,” said the man with a lopsided grin. “Guess I can’t help myself.”
“Enter,” said Captain Sarovy in response to the knock at the door. It cracked open, and Lieutenant Linciard slipped in, giving an inquisitive look to Scryer Mako who still sat by the captain’s desk.
“Eh, you sent for me, sir?” said the big Wynd.
“Are all ogre-kin so…rough-spoken?” said Captain Sarovy as the door closed in Magus Voorkei’s wake. He wiped the page they had been discussing with a rag, but the flecks of spittle from the half-ogre’s awkward speech still stippled it.
“Well, I’m sorry it’s like that for you,” said Lark. “Kind of inevitable though, don’t you think?”
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