The strange general stepped over to Chekwe and leaned close to whisper. “Is that really Chieftain Hunter of Grenvell?”
“Either that or a very Quamdamn impressive conjurer’s image,” Chekwe sneered.
“I take it that makes you Sergeant Chekwe?”
“Who’s asking?”
“General Shem Shemson. Of King Kristuff’s royal army.”
“Never heard of him.”
“He’s young, but he’s good. He rules up on the north border. There’s peace for now, and Kristuff wants to keep it that way, but there are enemies everywhere. So I’m recruiting good men. We were hoping to find Tennea of Grenvell here, but if that’s Chieftain Hunter, and you’re Sergeant Chekwe… I can guarantee you both commissions in his majesty’s army.”
“I prefer to be known as Chekwe the Mysterious,” Chekwe deadpanned.
“Umm…” Shem furrowed his brow.
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