Chapter 9 – Part 15

Bresbin casually chewed on a cold chicken leg that he’d paid entirely too much for. The locals were friendly enough to goblins, far more than some places as there were plenty of goblins in the Reacher armies who made life hell for Aundairan scouts, but they weren’t going to just give any grub to someone not wearing a Reacher uniform.

If you could call them uniforms. They barely had insignia. Bresbin disliked the lack of discipline that he observed, but he easily kept it off his face.

The Brelish advisers had discipline, but they spent much of their time trying to be friendly, and from what Bresbin could tell, part of that friendliness seemed to be living rough and not regularly cleaning their uniforms.

Fortunately the secondary officer remembered intelligence protocol. Such things were always left to the secondary officer. The primary was too busy keeping everyone alive.

The secondary officer had left a spool of blue thread to his left, with a red-capped needle in it, while he stitched his jacket up. In public, where he could be seen. It wasn’t that his uniform kept getting torn, it was that he was sending an alert to any Dark Lantern agents.

Gorka was in town, and the shifter expected any roaming agents to check in.

Bresbin stifled a frown, and turned to find himself a group of goblins playing dice. He’d lose some money to them and get them to talk. That would give him a way to get some information to Pienna before she went to challenge this elf and his strange messages about her.