It was the only one that even came close. Sighing in defeat he looked to the tag in his hand. No simple sword to defend a wagon of goods. His eyes swept from one notice to another, finding nothing that really suited his skill set.Įscort, escort, escort, escort, escort. Vince looked at the board while his face screwed up into a frown. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.
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