Not now. People resembled like walking skeletons, no identifiable emotion in their eyes, skinny in starvation. There were no more colourful flags adorning doorways and streets, no merrily burning torches, no good smells, no children laughing and playing.
She'd guessed right in Auport. Voco'd fallen on hard times.
It wasn't her concern. She pushed her musings firmly from her mind and let a mask settle onto her features. It was her bellica's mask: cool, calm, collected, even though she might just have dismembered a Nucalif townsman as he feebly raised his pitchfork in defense of the keep.
Well, that memory wouldn't help. She blanked her mind, pushing the grizzled old face and screams of pain from her thoughts. Cool. Calm. Collected.
Out of the corner of her eye she sensed Lares watching
