She had her people out on patrol but that also didn’t seem to matter; the problems arose before any of them could make a move. So many lost and so many letters she had to sign, so many people she had to send them to. The lieutenant was gone, his hopeful career crushed not even last week.
She sat there staring at his broken blade that lay across her desk, it wasn’t anything special. Not anything that anyone would treat with any sort of value or respect. But it was something that to her meant everything. Meant that she had failed someone.
She felt her anger boil over and she’d stand up slowly; donning her armor. It hadn’t moved from it’s spot for some time. Picking up her blade permafrost and she’d cast a glance at the blade that sat there on the desk. She’d pick it up and hang it from her waist. She owed it to him at the very least to let his sword do it’s job one last time…
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