Ranger’s Order

“Four pitchers of wine, posthaste, defending Nirmathas and the Pine Oak Valley for Lord Von Yams is thirsty work!” Aubrin said gruff in her tone, but warm with an inflection of humility. Being older, she didn’t often join the Rangers any longer, those years were long past.

“Havilah, oh you jar o’ jam, I heard of your mother, bless you trying to cure her by working,” she meant well, but Havilah felt the backhanded sting and pinch.

Bringing the clay pitchers she handed them to the rangers who numbered around twenty seven, along with eager townsfolk. One Ranger dropped the vessel, the wine splashed up and back into the vessel now determined to make an incorrigible mess!