Ancient outriders to chase the Junkies from our territory. From my position, I played guardian angel for her, picking off stragglers who wanted to make their mark by killing her. By battle's end, the Ancients knew who their new leader was and I approved of their selection.
For the time being, anyway.
Before the High Lord cast me out of Tir Tairngire for treason, he asked if I had anything to say in my defense. 'Better to reign in hell, than to serve in heav'n,' I quoted Milton. And reign I shall, one way or another, in this hell of the Sprawl.
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