Bottles of Rum were passed around as lunch was readied, and then Dominic heard the distinctive sound of military horns in the distance.
"That would be the Axbridge Border Patrol. Given the location here in the woods, there is some contention about which nation this location belongs to.
Sure, I trap it, but that's different from building a house here.
There is nothing built west of Soutford for that reason, not even farms more than two kilometres out and in sight of the city."
"Well then, I suppose that we should go say hello, before they start getting notions about military action that would spoil our drinking party."
Dominic made for the door, and then out into the woods, toward the sound of the military horns. They were still a few kilometres out, but there should be a scout team much closer.
"Come on out, I despise having to wait for Commanders to arrive to begin the explanations." He called.
