Goldie’s Revenge, the last standing tavern
in Avalona, had officially seen more people come through its swinging doors in
the last two hours than in the six years since opening. Goldie, the owner—a middle-aged
divorcee who had used monies received in the divorce settlement to open the bar
her ex-husband had always dreamed of—stood at the main bar chatting with a Regular
Militia captain that arrived with a retinue carrying the General of the Plains
Region. Goldie watched General Willard Isaac Tomlyn as he directed soldiers
with the calm certainty of one accustomed to giving orders. On occasion he
would indicate action using only his head, pointing his dimpled chin in one
direction or the other, and observing with detachment as soldiers about-faced
and strode off intent on fulfilling his commands.