I really do not mind the idea of getting something better than ‘Fang-Blade,’ you know.
Well, it almost worked. That’s what Tabetha told herself, later. Still later than that she realized that Rex didn’t plan on things to stay as quiet as they did for as long as they did. But these were some really inept slavers and bandits.
There were about thirty, forty inside the breaking-camp and another twenty or so patrolling or guarding outside, but Rex didn’t seem too concerned about them. Neither was Tabetha, after she saw what passed for sentry-go among ‘em. But the first two shacks of sleeping bandits weren’t real hard to, ah, secure. Sneak in through the door, visit each bed in turn, do what you had to do.
Rex didn’t stumble once and neither did she. It wasn’t fun or scary or horrible or anything else like that. It was just something she had to do, and though they deserved worse it wasn’t her job to do worse to them. Tabetha was just there to clean out the shacks.
So it was a shame about the girl in the third one.