"We still need these little people for now. We and the gentlemen from the chamber of commerce are still best friends, you know?"
Three dismissive Centurions spoke up, their minds on par with the commander. Their smug smiles, heads nodding with corners of their mouths curling upwards, were particularly irritating.
"Let the soldiers wrap up and rest, we'll move out as soon as the 'gift' arrives. Centurion Bo Leanko, pick a few simple-handed scouts from your men who are observant and capable. Send them southwest for recon. If they spot a wagon with a wing imprint, don't alert the target, no shooting arrows, just quietly come back, do you understand?"
