Post by ST Alex on Jan 23, 2012 15:01:07 GMT -8
A young page sporting bruises and a bloody nose is reporting in…
“And what happened to you, lad?”
“If you please, Captain, I tried to deliver your message at…the wrong time.”
“Brawling, were they?”
“Well…yes, Sir. It seems as though…word of your decree, about sending the Bloodguard away…that they had already been informed of it, Sir.”
“Damn their disloyal black hearts. How many are going to defy my direct orders and stay in Venice?”
“Six that I counted, Sir. May I go find the Medicus now?”
“Yes. And have a pint on me later.”