6. March 5, 3019: Coil
They did lodge with everyone. Thus on patrol, or off-duty in taverns, much gossip passed among guardsmen.
"His lordship should've ordered them out weeks ago," Teldas opined. "I'd not sleep there without friends."
"You mean at Dhauroš Butcher's?" Menarion asked.
His friend nodded. "He's too many kinsmen in Harad to love us well. A heart divided is untrustworthy. How's your potter?"
Later, though, Varendur said: "Chadhi isn't Dhauroš."
"His sons hate us!"
"Because we lodge with them. They're loyal."
Menarion snorted. "Morning star, evening star: loyal or no, they hate us, though we'll save their skins!"
Varendur grunted. "If Pelargir's unlucky..."