Now, the general knew that an Indiran invasion was imminent. He also knew that the incursion would not occur here, in Front Tier, the site of their last resounding defeat and the stronghold of most of the general’s forces. No, Bahn surmised, if he were the aggressor, he would aim the tip of his spear right into the heart of his enemy—the capital city of Mist Tier. Of course, the seat of power was the one place that Bahn was not allowed to defend, his hands tied by no less than royal decree.
So when Chancellor Olaf unexpectedly entered his field office, General Bahn greeted the emissary with intrigue and cautious optimism, even though he despised the man.
“To what do I owe the honor, Chancellor Olaf?” said the general without rising from his seat.
“I have information regarding the murde
