Hearing footsteps coming from the hallway behind the counter, the mercenary clawed his anger into a small box in his mind and waited to see who the blonde would bring back with her.
“You came crying to me because a man scared you?” A man’s baritone voice came from the hallway. “What kind of a bean-cheangail are you?” The blonde must have answered him because when he poked his head through the door, he blinked and saw Balgair standing there with a tempered frown. “Oh, I see,” he murmured as he stepped through the doorway and appraised Balgair for a long minute before pulling himself to attention and saluting. “What can I do for you, Captain?”
This isn’t good, the man, a staff sergeant thought as he watched the mercenary’s eyes as they scanned the room. He could tell that the man was just short of being angry.
When his eyes fell on the poor staff sergeant, his lips thinned as he held in a caustic remark. Patience, patience, patience, Balgair chanted internally. In a very quiet, me…
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