“If it is gold you seek, perhaps a commission in my army would intrigue you.”
“Perhaps,” I nodded, smiling again and looking directly into Aukmar Hartooth’s Dragon eyes. “But I am already a rich man. Wealth is only one of many factors I deliberate on before offering my services. The honesty and conviction of a cause interests me more these days. Tell me, baron. Is that which makes you wage war honorable and just?”
The First Clan’s heir gazed at me studiously for a moment or two and nodded. He started to say something but was cut short when, from out of nowhere, a whirlwind of laughter, exotic perfumes, and brightly colored swirling robes seemed to engulf one and all.
“There you are, general!” the Lady Claudia’s musical voice rang in our ears as she reached out and grabbed one of my arms
