3
Commute
The walk from The Oarlock to his and Raedrick's small Constabulary seemed to drag, though it was only a few blocks. Julian strongly suspected he would find Ilsa there, slinging accusations of her husband's infidelity, and he really did not want to deal with that. This was what passed for excitement these days, and for a moment Julian almost found himself wishing for some nice honest brigands to fight off.
He shoved that thought away, a half-remembered twinge of pain from his left thigh almost causing him to limp for a pace or two. They had been damn lucky, beating Isenholf's group of bandits. The fight could easily have gone the other way. And even though the town emerged victorious, several good men had paid with their lives, and many people's livelihoods had been harmed; som
