Andrea had to admit, the Ethlek threw one hell of a party.

They sat in the center of the burned-out field, covered in soot and blood, hungry and exhausted from the fight, but they still managed to raise a pretty good ruckus, singing and screwing and wrestling over rights to the weapons and armor of the dead guards, the carefully stacked skins of moonshine, and of course the women "freed" from the caravaneers.

The ex-slaves scuttled busily around the battleground, ...