First: Spoils of War I: Surrender
Content warning for this chapter: Clumsy field medicine on rat-induced wounds.
They were far enough from the Mountain that nobody looked too worried at soldiers riding into town, but close enough that people were cautious.
“We need clean water, preferably some alcohol for our wounds, grain for the horses, and a sheltered place to sleep,” Nikol told the townsfolk (for a generous definition of “town”), when they were asked what their business was. “We made a bad choice of resting places, and the rat-things in the factory back there—”
The bigger of the cats made a spitting noise and a very indignant face. The four people — three women, one man, all armed — laughed.
“That cat is right. They’re not good eating, I can tell you that, for man nor beast, but they think you’re a pretty decent dinner.” The four of them shared a look. “Toby’s barn on the edge of town is clear right now, there’s a little grain and a clear-water pump. You have something to pay with?” Continue reading