Twenty Seven
Puxley Problems
Puxley sat at the bar of the Cut Your Losses Saloon, a dark and quiet watering hole built right within the lobby of Lorr Tower, and firmly banged his head against the datapad in front of him. A mug of mulled wine, his fifth to his recollection, sat beside the pad, and he took another deep gulp. He was reeling from the intoxicating effects of the drink, but his mood was none improved. What a horrible day.
Having fulfilled Borlan’s demands, under threat of death, and updated the goblins’ programing, he’d been swiftly removed and locked out of the Biomech Control Center, for fear that he’d try to undo the damage he’d been forced to inflict. He’d argued with Borlan that his plans were dangerous, not only to the Rhast, but to the entire Lorrean kingdom. But Borla
