Upon the great wall of her Fortrest, Vaiga Darkfire bore a grim frown, looking out at the dozen rats circling the coast of her island. Their numbers had been growing as of late with Altair's achievement in boot camp alongside the rumors growing within the medical ward.
"Pesky insects." Vaiga spat, resisting the urge to slaughter the lot. She turned to Fat Mike, hovering by her side. "How is he?"
"Truthfully."
"Aren't you always?" Vaiga asked.