Corvec Litters the Wind
I.
The cardinal rule of trickery is this: attempting two deceptions at once typically results in the failure of both.
This old sentiment flutters across the back of my mind as I spot the Jaga, and my grip on the hammer loosens as those words from the captain finish their flight through my skull. This would not be so hard after all. The scorpion is crouched amongst the rocks at the foot of the mesa. Were I not looking for it, I never would have picked out its dull, sun-b
IV.
We expect our enemies to be, in all things, at once both their best and their worst; the former so our victory over them may be all the sweeter, the latter to justify our hatred for them.
The sentiments Davik has shared with me over the past few years could only be recalled in full in the same span of time a trip from Ror to Jok takes, but this one in particular stands out to me now. Here is Corvec standing over a foe who can neither be his greatest nor weakest
