Those of us who had something to discuss stayed behind after the dinner was over, including my squad leaders and the other officers of Albert's Millennium Hawks and Verania's Moonlight Marauders. Thankfully, the head table was just long enough to accommodate all of us. Still, I'd moved to the other end of it and stayed far away from the pixie that had prophesized my death earlier.
I glanced over to the other end of the table where she sat, keeping in mind not to stare into her eyes less she try and charm me again.
"So, shall we get this discussion in order?" I looked over to Albert Sheridan before turning back to Verania and pointing out, "Both Albert and I were sent here by Darah, probably for the same reason, but why did Lavinia send you to the Westmarch?"
"Great General Folkor," she said, placing emphasis on her aunt's title, "must feel you two are incapable of fulfilling the task set to you."
