I barely had time to recover from the Wolf Lord's "tasting menu" when the next summons arrived.
This one wasn't scrawled on parchment. It was delivered by a squad of six armored knights from the Crimson Fang Legion, who marched into my shop, slammed their spears against the floor in unison, and unfurled a scroll of red velvet.
"LADY PRIMROSE THISTLE!" the lead knight bellowed (apparently, volume ran in the Khanda faction). "General Rajah Khanda requests the honor of your presence at the Grand Training Grounds. He wishes to demonstrate his... devotion to the preservation of your safety!"
Oh no. Not a date. A drill.
I tried to decline. "I have dough rising—"
"The General has already secured a magical stasis-box for the dough!" the knight shouted. "Your chariot awaits!"
The Grand Training Grounds
The "chariot" was a literal war-chariot pulled by two massive, armored beasts that looked like rhinos. When we arrived at the training grounds, I realized this wasn't a private meeting.
