The four men who were covertly watching Balgair nudged one of their co-workers, who approached the Reeve. “Sir?”
“Yes?” Balgair turned to the man in mismatched clothes. “Ah, yes. All of you, including the new deputies, will get uniforms like this.” He met the man’s eyes, seeing a look of long-forgotten pride. “You can pick up your uniforms at the q…