“The Baron also asked me to ‘make an example’ of the next pickpocket.” She tilted her head. “Shall I interpret ‘example’ as a single, memorable strike to the family jewels? Or a repeated lesson in anatomy?”
As she turned to leave, she paused. One last glance over her shoulder.
He tried to stand. His legs said no . His testicles, currently trying to retreat into his lower intestine, also said no . knave ballbust
She vanished into the keep.
“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.” “The Baron also asked me to ‘make an
“I… can’t…” he gasped.
“Language, knave.” She nudged his forehead with the toe of her boot, tilting his face up. Tears streaked his dirt-smudged cheeks. “The Baron’s scepter. In my hand. Now.” One last glance over her shoulder
Until he vaulted the south wall and landed directly in front of Captain Vex.