Rebel Rousing

"You're late." Being late is a matter opinion.  Its all perception, to you who has been waiting I'm late, to me I'm exactly on time or you're late for not coming and getting me.  In this case I was late because I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO! If I hadn't come across a passing Guard patrol, I would have been lost for a lot longer.  Thankfully I did run across one of their scouting parties, and they directed me to where I was requested and I arrived at the camp I was supposed to be at, so a gruff woman who looked to be many times a grandmother could complain I was not on time.  Such is the life of Lorentino.

The command tent I'd been ushered into didn't have a lot of decoration.  There was a table with a map and some marked positions, a small desk with a chair next to a cot with minimal blankets.  If the commander wanted to show she was not much better off than the group she was leading, it was working.  As for herself she was old, really really old.  Her face had wrinkles on wrinkles, and her skin looked like it had been fire blasted.  Hair was thinning and grey and hung to about her shoulders.  She talked like she swallowed glass, her uniform was impeccably clean, even if it was that awful powder blue.  No rank isignia though, I'd heard the Guard avoided them so as to not become targets for Red Hand long distance killers (the Red Hand of course was the opposite and had been punished for it all war long).

"I'd apologize if I thought this was somehow my fault, but since it is not I'd suggest we just move on." There weren't any guards within the tent, but there had been a couple stationed outside. So I was alone with their leader, The Guard didn't seem that smart, as outside of the ring Toneron had given me, they had no indication I was anyone they should trust ever.

"I'm just at a loss as to what you're doing here Mr. Lorentino, we got the weapons shipment, you don't look like much of a fighter, so what are you are a planner?"

"Sure I'll go with that."

"And what kind of plans would you propose."

"Awful ones."

"Glad to have you on board then, I feel so much better at our chances."

"Thank you Commander Trill, its always good to be so warmly welcomed."

"What are you even doing out here anyway Lorentino?" She was resigned, like she knew I was a bad hand and she'd have to play it out.

"I can't go home or I'll be executed, so I have to win your war to be welcomed back."

"Wel at least we are on the same page." It was true, either The Guard wins, or they all got murdered, the war didn't have a lot of compromising, though it wasn't like The Guard was letting the Red Hand off easy either, they had a shoot on sight order for any magically inclined people.  Which makes my aiding them all the more hilarious.  It is a bit sad I sided with the normals to put down the magical and now live under their rule, but its not like magical people don't deserve it, we are horrible people only interested in more power that are potentially explosive murder machines with the corruption.  It's amazing people don't just kill magic children as early as they show signs.  Well openly do that anyway...