The Legacy Of Lord Regret: Strange Threads: Book 1 - Plot & Excerpts
‘Standards have gone down,’ muttered the man next to Rostigan, letting brown stew slop from his spoon back into the bowl. ‘It’s the new camp,’ said a woman opposite. ‘Supplies are stretched and some of the cooks have gone over.’ ‘Bah,’ said the man. ‘All these clean-eared kids.’ ‘You might be grateful for them soon enough,’ put in Tarzi, from Rostigan’s other side. She had respected his request so far – to keep a low profile while they took in the situation, and certainly not to make a big song and dance about him being a hero – but it seemed she could only hold her tongue so long. ‘And who are you?’ said the man. ‘You don’t look like a soldier, and certainly I haven’t seen you in here before. I’d remember,’ he said as he leered at her. ‘Careful,’ said Rostigan, staring ahead while he wiped his mouth. The man took in his stony face, went to say something more and thought better of it.
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