Their tabards, sir #89

“It was their tabards sir,” you answer. “We…assumed that they had to be from one of the armies here in Andilain. What with the situation so close to the capital.”
Deron peers at you warily. “Assumed.”
You can’t help but feel nervous. The process did sound a lot better in your mind before it left your lips.
You swallow. “Yes, sir.”
“You know,” he adds, lifting a pipe to his lips and striking a match, “those uniforms could easily be stolen.”

“But sir…” Go to 91
“Isn’t it worth investigating?” Go to 92