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"Gentlemen, ladies, we have a contract," Colonel Grimm said, entering the tent. "Sorren, listen up." Sorren turned, viewing her commander, as did the others in the command tent. It was warm and well lit in the command tent of the Bluebloods. The tent was large enough to hold over a dozen, with a high ceiling held up by poles, with braziers at the corners supplying light and heat enough for anybody. Colonel Barnabas Grimm was a tall, muscular man with aquiline features, long black hair, and a well trimmed mustache and beard. Dressed impeccably he was, in leather jacket, silken hose and tunic, and wide feathered hat. At his hip was a well worn sword in a scabbard adorned in gold and precious gems. He was a handsome man in his late thirties, dressed richly, looking the part of nobility. As well he should, for he was the third son of Lord Aster Grimm of Lakehold, one of the wealthiest landowners in the land and cousin by marriage to the King. The Grimm clan had ruled their fief for