14. The Luck of the Iron Shark“Welcome,” proclaimed Chatters, standing at the head of a well-laid dining table. He held a glass of red wine and raised it for their arrival. “For those about to die, we salute you.”
Without ceremony all four men saw hot bread rolls on a tray in the middle and rushed to grab one and tear with their teeth. Sabienn found a glass of red liquid and returned the favour by raising it to the host.
“One may say the same for you Mr Chatters,” he said, around a full mouth of bread and wine. “I’ve seen what the Empire do to traitors.”
“Come now,” scoffed the host. “No finer patriot you would find than the man who stands before you. To The Great Leader.”
They all grabbed glasses and toasted to the huge painting before them.
“Come now, indulge us please,” said Chatte
