Mandy yawned. The news of his wife’s death did not contract a reaction from her. In fact, she didn’t care.
“If he is a rebel, then get evidence of such facts and then execute him.” Mandy said simply. “It shall weaken Ezra immensely and the rebels will have one less man to fight for them. If you wish,” She started, pushing herself out of the chair, “Find this brother and take him here. Make him spill all the information he has. Have fun, Blaine. As for his kids….” She turned to the young lass, “How old are the children?”
Blaine shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” she said before grinning. “Mandy sit your tired ass back down. I’m not finished.” she said with a slight laugh. “Now, how bad do you think it would be for Ezra if people found out that he was drinking around the tributes? And I’m talking about completely smashed drinking.” she asked with a smirk.
Mandy raised an eyebrow at this. “Most would be offended that such a peacekeeper would be so lax with this duties to drink with the tributes…” She muttered, “Though, his support in this place is strong. With that information in the right hands, it could cause catastrophic damage.”
She glanced over at the smirking minx. “What do you have in mind?”