"You couldn't find me anything a little less... bloody?" I ask, looking down at the dried blood spattered across my armour. "This is supposed to be an important ceremony, right? Should I really be wearing my old, dented armour?"
Hannah is kneeling at my feet, working the laces up my leather calf boots.
"Wolfe told me you were to wear your armour for the ceremony."
"I'm Warlord now, you should listen to me."
Hannah gazes up at me, raising a sceptical eyebrow, looking somehow regal despite her position. Her pointed look has the desired effect. I flush as I'm reminded of who took care of me, taught me the ways of the harem and my new Sanctuary when I first arrived.
"Sorry," I mumble. Then, unable to help myself, burst out with, "But there have to be some perks to being the Warlord. Like
