Fatrastan soldiers tended to be arrogant pricks, but Vlora had seldom seen one so rude. She tapped the butt of her pistol. “Would it be terribly unprofessional of me to shoot her hat off?” “Yes,” Olem said without looking up from the letter. “Damned Fatrastan army needs to show more respect to the people doing their dirty work.” “Console yourself with the fact that you make far more money than she does,” Olem said. “Here, you’ll want to see this.” Vlora
