He sported the rank of a raw recruit, and he had a swollen and likely broken nose. “Want me to get those men for you, Corporal?” he asked in a nasal tone. Amaranthe lifted her hand and pressed it to her lips to hide a smirk. How many enforcers had it taken to manhandle those four into cells? “It makes sense,” she said. “If they was to stay here six months, all four of ‘em, that’s a lot of meals you’d have to be feeding them, and them doing no work in return, just lounging in them cells. I reckon
