This lady (who chooses to remain nameless) is professional assassin who hails from the city of Naglorond. She does most of her work for private citizens since the end of the House Wars, where she was responsible for the deaths of a number of House personnel.
The handle she is currently using is “Targeter” All that is known about her so far is that she was a child prostitute in Naglorond who killed her way out of the business , and decided to never put her fate in the hands of another ever again.
Ian seems to have that effect on the ladies. Women roughly his age tend to go “Yummy… Drat, taken,” while the ones an age bracket higher go “Such a good boy, I am /so/ adopting him.”
… I can just about imagine them all sitting down to dinner in Berand, Miko and Targeter tasting the food and immediately sharing one of those Looks — “… Can we keep him? He doesn’t seem too happy with his current family…” “… Tempting, but his grandfather would object a little more strenuously than we want to deal with right now.” “… Point. Drat.”
… And Ian just looking from one to the other, not catching anything of that silent conversation, but getting vaguely worried…
Heh, in terms of morale, a good field cook is right there with a good field medic.
Maxim 7: If the food is good enough, the grunts will stop complaining about the incoming fire.
Also it gives Ian something to do to ignore the ocean around him.
Ian seems to have that effect on the ladies. Women roughly his age tend to go “Yummy… Drat, taken,” while the ones an age bracket higher go “Such a good boy, I am /so/ adopting him.”
… I can just about imagine them all sitting down to dinner in Berand, Miko and Targeter tasting the food and immediately sharing one of those Looks — “… Can we keep him? He doesn’t seem too happy with his current family…” “… Tempting, but his grandfather would object a little more strenuously than we want to deal with right now.” “… Point. Drat.”
… And Ian just looking from one to the other, not catching anything of that silent conversation, but getting vaguely worried…