Brandyn let Balgair vent for a few minutes, then calmly asked, "Are you sure you're a Captain?" When the mercenary blinked, he continued. "For a professional soldier, you're an amadan fuilteach.1" When Balgair opened his mouth to argue, the Tavern master shouldered his axe. "With all due respect, shut the Ifrinn2 up and listen, Captain." He waited for Balgair to calm down before he continued. "Did you scout out the place where your enemy is located? Did you talk to the locals and get information about what might be inside? Did you make a plan and enlist like-minded people to help you?"
Balgair felt like he was two inches tall and getting shorter with each question. "No," he contritely admitted. "I didn't." He looked up from the dirt, only to see the others nodding at him. “I am such an amadan. I've yelled at other soldiers for doing what I did." He took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "Thank you for saving me from my stupidity." I hope that I haven't lost their respect. He inward…
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