Chapter 98: Commander Lawne?

Asher Jauncy turned toward the voice as a figure strolled out from the room. The man wore a tailored deep-gray Chinese suit, its fabric a rare silk brocade. He looked about forty, handsome in a hard, martial way. What set Asher on edge was the faint, oppressive chill clinging to him-he didn't seem like the benevolent sort. He stopped three paces in front of Asher and smiled lightly. "Elijah Lawne. I'm from the capital. Would you be willing to part with those herbs, little brother?" Asher lifted...