"What's the problem with her being
a girl? She could be our scout and not
be in much danger."
"I don't know. I just feel it isn't right to have a young
and pretty maid riding with a bunch of hardened soldiers."
"I don't think you have much to
worry about there. They're already
treating her like some long lost sister.
Did you notice that Gwher is guarding her tent like some old wolfhound? I would hate to be the man to try to cross
him. She'll be safe enough with us, safer
than with her family. They didn't stand
a chance against Bhrag's renegades."
"Speaking of which, did you notice
the way Bassus stared at her. If looks
could kill I'm afraid Flindra would only be a memory," Kalmyk noted.
"He thought his hole-in-the-wall
was safe from discovery. She punctured
his delusion without much problem."
"She did at that." Kalmyk smiled and rubbed his chin. "Do you think she would consider staying
and becoming our scout?"
"It couldn't hurt to ask. She might consider it better than begging
food and lodging from some distant relative in Deodar. She's proud and I don't think the prospect of
begging suits her. I wouldn't care much
for it, myself, if I were in her position."
"Possibly." Kalmyk leaned back in his chair and took a
sip of wine. "I guess I'll ask her
in the morning. In the worst case she'll
say no."
"I think she will probably say
yes. At least I hope so. I'm getting tired of spending days
crisscrossing the forest looking for signs of the renegades. A skilled tracker is a must with this kind of
duty and the High Command hasn't seen fit to replace our last scout."
Lieutenant Kalmyk smiled. "Well, if the High Command won't give us
another scout we will just have to find our own."
"I can't argue with that."
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