Marcus was, without a doubt, a politician.

Olf only realized Marcus was approaching after entering the city. As soon as he received the report, he felt sick to his stomach.

His head throbbed and spun as though he were drunk.

Was the retreat that arduous?

No, it hadn’t been dangerous. A few cavalry units had shadowed their withdrawal, acting as escorts.

"He herded me into the city."

And now, they were surrounded. Is that bastard insane?

Once the shock passed, anger surged to replace it.

Yet even through his rage, Olf’s mind kept turning. Losing his composure now would be …