TenStephan stood waiting for the Kazat war chief to accept his plan. Ru'uk's painted white head was tilted as it eyed the vial with suspicion. The hesitation wore on Stephan's already frayed patience. He'd spent at least a half an hour walking the Kazat's foul tunnels before the youngling had brought him to the war chief. Now he stood in a room with ten other Kazat while Ru'uk took its sweet time mulling over his proposal. The stench was even stronger in here, something he hadn't thought possible. It was making him irritable.
“Look, do you want to win or not?” He really didn't have time for this.
“Why do you care who wins?”
Stephan caught himself before he rolled his eyes. Why wouldn't they just do what they were told?
“Did Lord Te send you?”
He mentally shrugged and figured what the
