A late report
Who: Cain Sr., NPC, open to anyone
What: Reporting on a visitor
When: January 3, 9:00 am
Where: Balcony overlooking training grounds
Warning: nope
Wyatt Cain was on a balcony, looking down at Dave Patterson putting the guard through their drills. There was going to be a training course set up soon. But for now, this would do. He could see who didn’t take this seriously.
The men and women were dismissed and he had a list of those he wanted to talk to. Before he could leave the balcony, however, Dave… Sergeant Patterson stopped him by coming out to join him. The man must have jogged up here, but he wasn’t even out of breath.
Patterson was dark haired and blue eyes. He used his looks to his advantage whenever he could get away with it. He was of an age with Cain, but looked a good ten years younger. Patterson was one hell of a fighter, and a natural leader. He was quick, observant, and could be coolly calculating.
“Captain, we have a small problem.” Patterson didn’t stand at attention. He would have if he was expected to. “One of the courtiers and his people arrived early. Only two days warning. He also arrived about three hours after you were made Captain.” Patterson crossed his arms. “He had an audience with the Queen, and swore fielty to her, armed with an assortment of bladed weapons.”
Cain closed his eyes and tried counting to ten. Verbally tearing Patterson a new one wouldn’t solve anything.
“There’s more. It seems Viscount Devlin Chavelier was the man known as The Devil by Resistance and Longcoats alike. His group of hit and run fighters were known as the Wolf Pack. They used to have a pet black wolf known to rip the throats out of longcoat sentries before they attacked.”
Cain shook his head. He’d heard about the group. They’d fought in the last battle. There were rumors the man known as The Devil had something like madness in his eyes. But most of the resistance fought viciously, and personally. They’d all lost someone, and revenge was part of their many stories. None of them ripped a man’s throat out with their bare hand. The Devil had.
“I want a discrete watch put on him. He’s a guest of the House of Gale, and is to be treated as such. But we don’t have to be careless. He could have killed Her Majesty if he wanted to. The fact that he was resistance is a bit of a relief. But If there’s even a hint of truth to the stories, he might not be entirely sane.” Wyatt took off his hat and ran a hand through his cropped hair before replacing the headwear.
“Who is, anymore? But consider it done.” Patterson gave a snappy salute that was just the smallest bit on the cheeky side before leaving Wyatt to his thoughts.
“Things just keet getting better and better,” he muttered to himself.