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Bloody crows, Calderon. They told me you fought Navaris. Phrygiar Navaris. And I missed it. I bloody well missed it. They’re calling you a second Araris Valerian, though at least one person’s mentioned your lousy footwork. You should’ve seen the Fish. Every one of them richer than they were yesterday.
See if I ever get injured on a battlefield again. Not if you’re about to go and pull something like declare yourself Princeps of all Alera, call juris macto against one of the Senators, fight one of the Blades and have the whole of the Canim surrender at your feet while I’m flat on my back with Foss fussing over me like a mother hen.
… Hail, Gaius Octavian.
[activating voice transmission.]
So I don't suppose there's anyone here to report to.
Just as well. I’d prefer a good draft, after all that. First person to point me towards a respectable (or not! Matter of preference, after all) tavern wins the eternal gratitude of one Antillar Maximus, Tribune Auxiliarus of the First Aleran. I assure you, I'm well known for repaying favors.