"Toasty warm!" Victoria runs in with a scarf made out of fire.
Keeghan ducks the fire scarf. “Dear Emperor Lieutenant! What the hell are you thinking? I’m not even in your regiment. Dismiss yourself, I expect more from the glorious blood of Cadia.” The Colonel glares at her with a deep displeasure. Then points at the door.
She mutters in a sad tone of voice. “Toasty warm.” She pouts and walks away in a sad manner with her scarf made out of fire.













