2026-03-05 17:39 - 20:57 PST
After picking him up from The Cathedral1, Calimastia brought Barry Brickhouse to a dark alley. She wrenched the stake from his chest.
“…Sheriff.” She looks down at him. “We have a lot to discuss.”
Barry, without much grace, picks himself up and slumps against the alley. “What did I miss.”
Calimastia made a deal with Barry. She’d be the Hound of the Sheriff, and he’d take on the official responsibility. She didn’t like being in the court. She liked being out in the field. It was a win-win.
“But more importantly. The Prince likes you. He hates me. I like doing the work of Sheriff, I don’t like being in the room when his grace barks his orders. I like making people fear a title. I don’t like being at the beck and call of whoever has a problem with their fledgling this week. You keep your title, the Prince gets his favorite back, I get to do the work I want to do. Neither of us get bossed around all that much. Everyone wins.”
Barry was a simple man. He agreed.