An Encounter of Queens

Lyn Zolga sat in the corner booth in a disgusting, rancid smelling tavern on the outskirts of Troms. It was unnerving being so close to where the court of the Five Generals was located. If she saw any of them it would end at best in a life or death brawl or at worst being dragged back to Rifthold in front of her father. Lyn raised her hand and shouted. "Another three shots of whiskey? The cheap stuff."