“Are you sure?” Nero’s voice was full of concern. He had witnessed the abuse his friend had only just received, as had everyone else in the clearing.
Instead of answering, Hadjar just nodded.
He didn’t think that he would be able to utter another word without a pained cry tearing its way out of his throat.
“According to the Statute, outside of one specific formation, a soldier can only call for satisfaction if the senior ranks of both parties are present,” the fat man jabbered so quickly it looked like he was afraid he would forget how to talk.
“For our side, the Moon General is here,” the one-eyed Helion snarled.
“But no one is here for our side!” the desperate, pitiful investigator screamed. “My rank is too low to…”
Suddenly, Earl Vaslia stepped forward.
“I’ll bear witness to a du
