"Here are the Generals!" called a clan warrior merrily, raising his glass to them.
"They're back from the punishment hut!" came the shouts of another clan warrior.
"How's your arse feeling, General Chastain?" asked Casey bluntly.
Alton looked fiercely at her.
"Very sore, very sore," she complained, rubbing it in mock agony. "I won't be able to sit down for a week. Thank goodness I'm on a military mission where I never get to sit down!"
A great roar of laughter rose up in response.
"She won't hit a man from behind again anytime soon," came a shout.
"How's your head Casey?" asked another male warrior, rubbing the big man's head roughly.
"Much better now her arse has been whooped," he grinned.
Delphi thought that might be the first time she had seen the man smile, and it was in response to her getting an arse beating. Nice guy…
"General, General, are youse two married?" asked a young lad with a broad accent.