"Rowdy bunch, those witches," Auguste chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder at Victoria's campfire. Giselle shook her head as they watched the raucous group of soldiers sing their songs. They were bumping into each other this way and that, sloshing ale as they swung their pints about. Klenden was even in on the festivities, arm in arm with Victoria as she led them all in song. Standing around the outskirts of her campfire were her ten new guards, watching the festivities stoically. Victoria was ...