Cia barged in with barely a knock long after the evening meal, the dusky dwarf Ida in her wake, bright citrine eyes hawkish.
Vius and Solna sat at the little alcove table, putting the final touches on their love story, but clammed up as soon as the door creaked open. Solna stood and sketched a short bow of respect to the Captain, which she returned. He had served under her when he was an impulsive boy of fifteen summers and still remembered her harsh tutelage with fondness. Vius didn’t have the strength quite yet to meet her standing, but he offered a regal nod.
Ida got straight to the point. “You called for me, Sire?”
Solna waved her to the seat he had just vacated. After she sat, he stood behind Vius. “We need to find the Osairan forces that are still standing.”
Vius tipped his head
