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Hastings wasn't all too surprised when he saw that the commander was a woman. There were rumours that there were White and even Black Knights that were women and now he had proof. Although, Hastings didn't really believe in women ruling an army, emotions would make decisions for her and she wouldn't be able to clearly see the entire picture, only focusing on the little things (only Hastings' opinion, not mine!). Odds were that she had gotten the positioning not based on her skill level at all, but her sexuality. Things like this made him sick. He was glad the Blackpond wasn't quite the same as Newhaven in that way.
He looked up at this woman, who seemed to have been favoring one leg over the other. Most likely a minor wound on her leg or something along those lines.
"To have me under capture and not tell me what types of acts will be preformed on me is a war crime in Blackpond, I'm sure you understand. Now what is your plans with me?"
He sighed for a few moments after speaking. He had just realised that it had been a while since he had a drink. The last time he remembered was just before battle when he was suiting up for his mission. That battle never came into existence though. The encampment had probably moved out by now as well. There were no chances of him ever getting any information on the Wolf Pack from that camp.
"Oh, and do you happen to have any rum which I could have. I'm parched. Maybe you could get one of your patsy's over there to get it for me?" He motioned towards one of the guards standing in the tent.