Chapter 33 Meeting A Mad Dog

• Jackson and Jerry were chilling in a bar, not far from the gang’s headquarters. A river merchant had just delivered a fresh batch of beer and the gang was taking full advantage of it. However, they were the only two there not having a good time.
• "Boss, what are we going to do about the Queen?" Jerry asked rubbing the rim of his mug in absent thought. "After all, she killed our guys like they were nothing."
• "Keep your voice down, idiot!" Jackson scolded with an urgent hushed voice. He looked carefully around the room, but no one seemed interested in them. "We can't let anyone know we made contact with her. She has killed lots of our own other than those two useless Fighters. They might question our loyalty or worse."