Pushed~
Seth Callan
Camran Border, Aleron
“Rhynns are slow to recognize an empty promise. The thought of swearing to do what you have no intention of doing is foreign to us.”
“As it has been since the days of Yonah,” he agrees.
“Anne should have known that.”
Seth smacked the blunt end of his staff across a man’s nose. One dull c***k and sharp yelp later, that one was down. He braced and plowed into the next Red Watch soldier to swing from his horse. The man grunted as Seth knocked the wind out of him, and momentum carried them both to the hillside’s rocky ground. Seth’s fist crunched when it met a scraggly-bearded jaw, and the soldier sagged to the dirt.
Nearby, Ebben was ducking a sword. With a well-practiced turn perfected in Glenayre’s practice yard, the butt of Ebben’s musket br
