![]() Tiberius found himself watching Benicio as they picked their way through an alley between two ruined houses that had long since collapsed in on themselves, leaving chest high walls looking over small piles of rubble and dust that might have once been furniture or people. All of which made it a surreal experience to clamber through the ruins of Troas with him. A man with his talents could command a prince's fortune for his services but Benicio avoided the castles and city squares of Nerona in favor of selling his services to provincial mayors and town councils at a fraction of their worth. He tended to work alone or with one or two other bravos. Over the last four years he'd come from nowhere and built himself an ever growing reputation as the frustration of regular soldiers and mercenaries alike, blowing whole companies of men off of mountainsides or into rivers whenever they happened to threaten his current employer. Which was almost always some small village or out of the way estate. ![]() With his green right arm and gift to command the winds as his own breath, Benicio cut a gallant figure wherever he turned up. The one most spoken of as a frustration and a trial was Benicio Gale. For Tiberius Twice the one that loomed largest in his mind was his own captain, Caesar Shieldbreaker, who had led his condottieri to victory in dozens of conflicts for nearly fifteen years. The Conte Vemici, who held Paloma Bridge against an army of a thousands. ![]() The Carrion Drunkard, a manlike thing they said appeared on battlefields offering drink to wounded soldiers, only to reveal its wineskin was full of blood rather than the fruit of the vine. Among the many mercenary companies of Nerona's condottieri there were many strange tales and legendary names. ![]()
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