The Soldier was all smiles. ''Commander Tallhart, we won the battle. You won the battle!'' He bowed. ''We had to place you to rest inside this shack because the main building was heavily damaged and deemed unsafe, I''m very sorry.''


    Fiery torches lit the way through dug out passageways, past intersecting corridors and barred doors. Fayyim was soon deep within the jail, at the open cell door of Princess Ashara. Griff was sitting on a chair with the gruff Bronze John at his side. A dark skinned beauty, clothed in red and gold, was chained off her feet against the rear wall of the cell. Her ebony skin was highlighted with golden tones from the torchlight, and her otherwise dark eyes appeared as pools of fire. Fayyim was almost awestruck. She''s beautiful, but that smile...


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    ''You keep me away from nothing!'' Fayyim turned on Hawthorn, he saw her anger swell. ''I am your commanding officer, you do not make decisions for me, I make them for you!''


    ''You guess?'' Fayyim was incredulous. He doesn''t care at all! ''Captain, why did you want to question this man?''


    Hawthorn''s disappointed me, but I do understand. Fayyim closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. All about the camp were cheers and laughter and songs. Her men celebrated their win over the eastern forces. Their cries echoed “Tallhart, Tallhart, Tallhart!” I suppose I should join them.


    We can work while we drink.