Chapter 139: A Demonic Mess
"How may I serve?" the General Sreev asked.
Such a simple question, but one that carried many, many potential pitfalls.
Kir looked to his companions to buy himself a little time. Everyone was looking just a little ragged around the edges, except for Stella. Then he looked down at his shirt. "Perhaps a place to rest... and some refreshments."
"Of course," the General said, then turned back to his officers. In short order, he called up a captain, giving her instructions to see Kir and his group to the mess tent. Then he turned back to Kir. "I must coordinate the battle, young Master. But I will join you once I have transferred my duties to another."
Kir returned his small bow and followed the Captain into a tent that was identical to the command tent but closed. The tent was very clean and devoid of anything but tables and chairs of widely varying sizes. By Kir’s guess it was maybe three measures tall and thirty across. Shortly, everyone was seated at a long rectangular table, with the Captain hovering at Kir’s shoulder.
Now that Kir got a good look at her, she was short enough that he was taller than her while seated. She had a gnossinian’s lanky arms but much rounder features. Curiously, hair seemed to grow out of the two horns on her head, and she had a ridge of horns down the center of her forehead leading back below her neckline.
As Kir looked at her, her head bobbed back and forth from its attentive position before she finally maintained eye contact.
"Hi... I’m Litty... Captain Litty," she said. "Not sure if you heard while Sreev was giving me orders..."
To Kir she immediately seemed like someone who liked to fill silences.
"I’m Kir," he replied.
"I heard... I mean, the whole tent heard... So Maledict really had a, um. You look like him. I mean." Litty grew more flustered. "I’m sorry, I’m just... a huge fan of your father..."