Chapter 13
Seeran“Brother.” Lorran dropped himself into the chair opposite Seeran’s desk and propped his feet up.
Seeran glanced up at his younger brother. “Do not get dirt on my desk.”
“You’re too fussy.”
“You’re too slovenly.”
Lorran pretended to make a study of the room. The brig was not the most compelling space in the Judgment. It was serviceable. Those under his command came and went off shift, sometimes they filled a holding cell with an offending warrior and sometimes the brig remained quiet with nary a whisper.
“Is that a carreg axe?” Lorran moved to study the ancient iron weapon mounted on the wall.
“It is Terran, but a similar design.” The principles and design of violence were universal. Every planet he had been to, every alien culture, had a version of spear, axe, sword
