“F**k
peace talks.” Markus snarled, knocking back a whiskey. “Think
I'll forget what those mice wanted to do with my mate after they
killed her?” He continued with a deep growl, referring to Kira's
death many Wintersday's ago.
Seneca nodded her agreement until
the Legionnaire cut in with his well spoken argument on behalf of
favoring the alliance against the bigger threat. Certainly those of
the Flints who had seen the destructive Branding understood the
menace of the dragons, he reasoned.
“Fine.” Seneca
snappishly agreed, before Markus could grumble. “If the mice leave
me alone, I'll do the same.”
((Some of the off-duty Flints were gathered
outside the Blade listening to the reports and rumors flying around
the Citadel with the return of the Claw of the Khan-Ur and the tentative
start of peace talks between humans and charr.))
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