“I want you to know that I had every intention of sending you away from the Krosguard minutes ago.”
The Great Hall of Wolves was vacant, the podium left without a speaker and the benches unoccupied. McVarn stood on the stage, Corsair beside him.
“We’re only as good as we are because it’s not an ‘everyone-is-welcome’ club. A big factor in whether or not you qualify is the ictharr that turns up on recruitment day. I also didn’t want to deploy a hesitant soldier to a war zone under the leadership of a unit that faces the worst of the worst. I was ready to turn you down.”
Corsair nodded.
“But when you kept asking to show your stance, I thought: ‘I’ll give him what he wants and show him up in front of everyone. That way he’ll stop begging for another go.’ As scary as it might seem suddenly
