Chapter nine
Werewolf at the partyI draw a merciful veil over the uproarious happenings when my lads of 1ESW flew into Vondium.
By Vox! Carouse! They did not quite tear the place to bits, but they beat up the city sorely.
They were all there, thanks to the mercy of Opaz, and while some had taken wounds, all were recovered. There were new members of the regiment, of course, and it was my task to get to know them all as quickly as possible. No one entered the ranks of the premier guard regiment unless he was a proven kampeon, a swod of merit, a superb fighting man.
They decided they’d better have some kind of formal parade, and march through the streets to the Temple of Opaz Militant, and there render up thanks. The bands played, the flags fluttered, the suns glinted off massed ranks of
