Tarcil entered the room just in time to see the Halfling girl's hand buried in his breakfast, as she snatched a sausage and stuffed it in her mouth. She backed away from the desk, her face blanching white as she saw the huge man looming over her.
"Wha...why, you dirty little mole!" Tarcil's morning inspection had not gone well. The stores that had been sent them were barely enough to support his own men and the prisoners they watched. And now they wanted to send even more Men? How was he to support such a troop? And even if they saw one of these cursed "wyrms" that had aroused such interest, what did they expect HIM to do about it? Catch it in a net?
The only thing he had wanted to do after inspection was to return to his offices and eat his breakfast in peace. And now he had found one of these grubby, little Halflings contaminating it! Tarcil picked up the plate and hurled it at the girl, who threw up her arm instinctively to deflect the missile. Food spattered everywhere, and the plate bounced off Daisy's arm and shattered at her feet.
"Guard!" bellowed the captain, and a tall, young man came running in at the call. "See that she cleans up this mess. Then five days in the Locks for stealing food." The captain stormed out of the office, calling back over his shoulder. "I want that office clean and a fresh breakfast on that table in a half hour, or you will join her!"
[ October 09, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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