“You’re concerned about the fact that we are ignoring the
law in order to land ourselves a new recruit,” said Captain Milford. Heiler
nodded. “That isn’t quite what’s happening here, Sentinel. The commander is
simply permitting Master Sil’nathin to exchange a prison sentence for military
service. This is not an offer given to many, to be sure, but that has much more
to do with temperament than anything else.”
“... Other criminals can’t be counted on to serve?” Heiler
guessed.
“Exactly. This one, however, had a very specific reason to
kill. We have very little recourse in reprimanding this man, considering two
facts: one, the only difference between a vigilante and a soldier is the time
of day. Two, the Iron Wolves have been attempting to ... handle Scratch for
some time now. He did us a favor.”
Heiler sighed. “... I see.”
“That attitude is a good thing,” Sister Nan-Tamé said slowly,
causing Heiler to stare at her, “because this is an unusual circumstance, but
one that I don’t think we can afford to let pass. You know as well as anyone,
Sentinel, that we aren’t in much of a position to negotiate. We need new recruits.”
“I ... understand, my lady.”
“Good. Now, as I said, your attitude is a good thing,
because I have an assignment for you. Your first, in fact, as an officer of the
Third Guard.”
Heiler bowed.
“Sythius Sil’nathin is now your subordinate. You will work
with him, train him, and ensure whether he is fit to join our ranks.”
“... Yes, My Lady.”
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