The yard was cold and empty when Sevet arrived.
Drev and Machen were already there, paired off near the weapon rack the same as usual, their voices low between sets. She took her place at the the spot close by and began her warm up, and that was when she heard Drev mutter something to Machen in a casual tone.
"My father says the Grey Watch lost two men in Orm last month. They say the Grey Watch comes under the cover of darkness and strikes for the throat when least expecting!"
Machen took a drink from his water skin.
"Sure."
Drev clicked his tongue as a look of excitement appeared in his eyes,
"It really is interesting, isn't it? How an order of nasty backstabbers and vermon can exist in a world driven by honor and the desire for glory..."
Machen shook his head,
"The currency of this world is death, not honor."
Drev's face fell, "Whoa, that's dark."
