Charlie smoked from his pipe. The Shadow War with the Scarlet BrotherHood was going wonderfully. He blew smoke rings that curled upwards. He looked at the dwarven axe he had stolen. It shall be useful. A hooded figure walked into his study, the voice was obviously female, but it was harsh and brash, “Master, I dont think it is safe for you to continue with your cruise, the BrotherHood will be out for revenge, this barge is no safe place.” Charlie responded, “Let them come, we shall finish what is left of the Sapphire cell if the come,” he inhaled, more smoke rings. He was prepared. His dragon was just a bit too jumpy, she always was.
More smoke rings curled upwards.