361 Prince Easel

 "Cake, I've spotted something rather curious," said Staxius with a frown, "-can you come here a moment?"

 "What is it?" she stumbled to a stand and shuffled about. The clean office was a little slippery, especially for one who had yet to sleep. 

 "It's this," he pointed, "-Easel Run Gard. The general from the Western Army; I thought that he was killed in the revolution?"

 "Now that you mention it," she paused with fingers to her chin, "-we did receive an order for weapons of about a full-platoon."

 "Has it been sent?" 

 "No, the payment is yet to arrive. We're waiting for the bank transfer, why, is something the matter?"

 "Most definite," he stood sharply, "-have them ready the jet, I'm leaving for Easel Run Gard this instant."

 "Sure…" she hesitated, "-what about going to Arda, are you not longing to see home. It's been more than a year since the last visit. I'm sure people wish to see their king."