"Hello Vanguard."
Vanguard stopped, and looked at the alley, and saw the figure standing in it. "Nice night, Commander."
The figure nodded, and held out an arm. "Shirt and trousers."
Vanguard took his pack off, and took out the set of clothes that every guard carried, in case Commander Rutabaga visited them, while he was traveling in his wolf form, and passed them to his Commander.
A while later, the Commander stepped out of the alley. "Saw that you visited the owner of the caravan."
"She wanted to thank me for saving her stuff," said Vanguard.
Rutabaga chuckled. "How did she thank you?"
"She gave me a charm," Vanguard said, as he pulled it out, and handed it to Rutabaga. "Gives one an iron stomach, as it were."
"Just in case someone accidentally eats Midnight Slugs again, I take," said Rutabaga, as he handed the charm back. He looked at Vanguard. "I hope you're not poking fun at my cooking?"
Vanguard grinned nervously. "Well, most humans aren't used to dwarf cooking."
"I'll keep that in mind," said Rutabaga. "That being said, I might have to correct Ruma on a few things, and remind you of a few details, namely being that the Tyrant and Head Assassin are not one and the same; I would know. Granted, the Tyrant was in position to take the Guild over, but he decided running the city would be more fun. Besides, the Head Assassin can't be Tyrant - Conflict of Interest - lots of people want the Tyrant dead, so that they can have the spot for themselves, and thus Head Assassin would have some difficulty placing a hit on himself, which is why he'll never take on the position."
"I understand," said Vanguard. "It's just that Assassins never take the cloths off of their faces, and I've never seen the Tyrant himself."
Rutabaga grinned. "Taking the cloth off of an Assassin's face means that they failed at the job, although taking their weapons off is an even worse position for them."
"You would know this very well," said Vanguard.
Rutabaga chuckled. "Got one just a little while ago - a young woman out on an Exam. She failed to hit me with aniseed oil. Funny, I've foiled her uncle before, and got the pleasure of enjoying her mother."
"Um, do you ever worry about the possibility of having, um, kids with them?" Vanguard asked.
Rutabaga grinned. "Zonkiers - best preventative that still lets you enjoy having sex, without the risk of having kids. I'm sure you've picked up a few packets here and there for your own usage."
Vanguard chuckled. "Been a little while."
"Got a box full of them at the Station," said Rutabaga. "Grab a handful and pay a visit to the Seamstress Guild - you could use some fun. Get your socks mended as well."
"I'll think about it," said Vanguard.
"Good." Rutabaga stepped back into the shadows, where Vanguard saw him take the clothes off, toss them at him, shifted into his wolf form, and padded off down the streets.
Vanguard looked at the charm, as he packed the clothes back up. He could take the Commander up on his offer of visiting the Seamstress Guild - it had been a while since he slept with a woman, and he could get a few of his clothes fixed. Then again, he could test the charm out at that place that served that REALLY spicy food, which was so hot, the place burned down at least once a week.
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