Morana grabbed a big handful of ash and started rubbing it down a long bare section of the wood. It was going to take forever if they carefully covered each and every inch. Better to get the bulk of it done, then work on the finer points after that. Like painting a wall in broad strokes, but doing detail work around the edges.
"I don't know," she told her sister. "I mean, I'm all about defending the city. But the army is so not for me. No way I'm standing there letting some drill sergeant yell orders at me."
"Maybe I can get them to pay me. I've done some mercenary work. Could make a little money off it."
She didn't know what kind of offer the army would make to hire a mercenary, but she had to imagine it would be good. They had to be desperate for every soldier they could get their hands on.
"I don't know," she told her sister. "I mean, I'm all about defending the city. But the army is so not for me. No way I'm standing there letting some drill sergeant yell orders at me."
"Maybe I can get them to pay me. I've done some mercenary work. Could make a little money off it."
She didn't know what kind of offer the army would make to hire a mercenary, but she had to imagine it would be good. They had to be desperate for every soldier they could get their hands on.
