Chapter 37: Karma

As I exited the command tent, as Solas made me call his tent, I felt like a wreck.

Solas spoke about things I did not understand. When he said supply line, I just thought we had to find donkeys from somewhere and cart food from point A to point B.

He started to tell me about taxes and debtors' jail, and I was pretty much sure that that was something of an original twist on his part.

It spoke volumes about how hated he was that he had to put people in jail to feed his army. But, hey, I couldn't complain. Because the rich in his country were mostly thieves.

Not to mention that the few ones who weren't were living in tax heavens. Like the Elven Grove.

Man, how I wish that I knew that one didn't pay taxes there. I wouldn't be in a war zone now!

"Sylvan?" Aron wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I patted him on the back.