"Heaven's Blade....heaven's blade. So many legions to keep track of. Waaaiiit. I've got it. Didn't they allegedly stuff that Legion with the DREGS of the Empire and frog march it into Dhar Zhan Vor? Under Acconia's ... *ahem* ... first son?"
"Decades ago?"
"And you just mustered out? Well! Isn't that interesting. I bet a bunch of people would like to pry those 'tall tales' out of you." Tukufu starts to smile, but in the bad light, one might (or perhaps might not) notice that the Altherian grips the pommel of his sword like he's trying to strangle it.
"....mumblemumblemaybewithsharpobjectsmumble."
"Now that I think about it, it is terrible that you've been injured so close to my door. And you, a pious soldier. Making sacrifices for civilization."
"Tell me. Where you are staying?"
"I'll see a reward is sent to you. Maybe as early as tomorrow. A couple of bottles of something from Savona perhaps. Or maybe...or maybe some kind of stronger vintage from Plexus?"
Tukufu moves his hand away from his sword. There is still half a smile on his lips. But it doesn't touch his eyes.
_________________ Eric Gorman
AKA Ambassador Tukufu, man of letters, tomb raider and Master Sword Sage . . . and Sir Szymon val'Holryn, Order of the Phoenix Formerly Sir Jaeger val'Holryn. Weilder of the Holy Avenger: Thonanos. Gave his soul to help free King Noen
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