16
Mayoral Estate
It was good to have money.
Julian had always known that, but just then, sitting in the Mayor's marvelously cushioned chair and sipping on whiskey that tasted as though it had been milked strait from the teat of the s*x-goddess herself, he realized just how little he had truly appreciated that before.
He should have listened to his mother and gone into business, not joined the Army.
Oh well.
Across the small table from him, Brimly took a deep swallow of his whiskey and sank back into his chair. "Sarillo." He said the name like a curse. "I remember when he got his start. He was a snake then, and he's only gotten worse as the years went by."
Julian raised an eyebrow. "So he is crooked."
Brimly snorted. "Does the Healers Circle wear white?"
To his left, Raedric
