“Or is that three?” the shorter man joked. “Damned right it’s three!” Van shouted as he hugged this small man. The small man hugged back with equal force. Van was impressed. Finnian Pell had gotten much stronger since the last time Van saw him. They released each other and Van was suddenly struck by something. “Are you drinking two ales at once? Why order three?” “It’s a day of celebration my friend. Thrace has been made captain of his own militia. He should be joining us at any moment to share in the festivities,” Pell said. “Thrace is a captain now?” Van asked. “I’m not surprised. He was always the most ambitious of us. The most disciplined.” “It’s true. But to be a captain at only twenty eight years old is no easy task, even for one who works so hard,” Finnian replied. “You gentlemen can sit,” Cecily said. “I’ll bring your ales to the ta...
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