Ruffo took a sip of the whiskey before her. A toast was raised for those who had fallen today, all good soldiers who had paid the price.
"Ul'ran don't like to stick around when one of them gets hurt," Bobcat said. He had plopped down on the empty chair across from her. "That's a good thing, or else there could have been a lot more to raise a glass to."
"You got that right," Ksen said. "Those bastards are going to pay this time around."
"Easy, Ksen," Ruffo said. "You might just blow a gasket there."
Ksen let out a chuckle; he knew what she meant.
