Red Fang Chapter 34
Samuel took a swig from the bottle and tried not to grimace at the foul spirit within. He’d drunk worst but not out of choice. The man next to him accepted the bottle gratefully but looked to the guard officer for permission before taking a drink.
“Go on, but don’t tell anyone,” the officer said, and the soldier grinned before taking a deep slug. It was hot in the little room and sweat ran down Samuel’s back. He unclenched his hand and deliberately moved it away from the handle of his axe. He was almost on the tips of his toes, ready to launch into action at the first sign of trouble. All it would take for his axe to slip from the belt loop was a shout from Leon and he would be swinging it at the soldiers. “Master Dwarf, I asked you how old your company is?” Samuel tore his gaze from the dungeon door to find the men all watching him, waiting for him to answer. Samuel coughed. “Sorry, just thinking how terrible that rotgut is.” “Not my fault,” the gaoler said joining in with the laughter. “I get it from the kitchen, part of my pay. If you want to complain, find the head cook.” “I understand that some of the mercenary companies have been around for more than a hundred years,” the officer said sounding slightly annoyed at having to repeat himself.If you'd like to read this as an ebook or paperback, please follow the links.
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