Thursday, April 24
The Last Resort: Part 2: A Riot
“She’s with me.” Kham flashed the symbol of the Order of Drac, a medallion with a ship on it.
One of the guards squinted at Kham, then at the symbol, then at Kham again. “You can have the bit ‘o fluff,” he said, shoving the elorii towards Kham. “She’s a bit too cold for me tastes.”
Ilmarė glared over her shoulder. “You’ll pay for that, human.”
Two guards dragged an unconscious Beldin out, bleeding from gashes on their arms and legs. It was a credit to Beldin’s restraint that none of them were dead.
The guard who had arrested Ilmarė spun on his heel. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Kham inserted himself between the guardsmen and Ilmarė. “Let him go, he’s with me too.”
One of the other guardsmen that held Beldin wiped blood off his chin. “Oh yah? I don’t care if he’s Milton bloody Drac, back from th’ dead and here t’save us all. The stumper nicked me good. He kin rot in the Tombs for all I care.”
Kham reached into his overcoat. “I had a feeling you’d say that.” [MORE]
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