"Have you settled down?"
"Yes, My lord. He's in the small tent next to ours, the one we use to store food."
Siniang was a thoughtful woman. For this trip, she had specially prepared an abundance of fine food and drink for Zheng Fan. Whenever conditions allowed, she always pursued a refined quality of life. She was the kind of woman who would take the time to paint her nails even on the brink of execution.
Zheng Fan nodded.
Siniang knelt beside him.
The two maintained a knowing silence; if the unkempt man wanted to listen in, he could undoubtedly hear anything from just a tent's distance away.
So awkward.
The other man's surname was Shatuo. And it just so happened that the Colonel's rank Zheng Fan currently held was earned by beheading the Shatuo tribe's leader.
