Nikta whispered what she had heard to her companions.
“These five might be the soldiers we were warned about in the tavern; it’s best to be cautious. There are many of them, and we are alone, and we don’t want to quarrel with the authorities. But what kind of ‘Northern Claws’ would we be if we left the girl in trouble? I propose this: you two are strong, large guys; try to persuade them to leave peacefully (intimidate them). If that doesn’t work, I’ll cover you,” she demonstrated her throwing knives.
Henry takes the golem Kalimor and resolutely steps out of the bushes, speaking loudly to the riders:
-- Okay, we are the ‘Northern Claws,’ let’s see your identification. Who are you, and what are you doing? Kalimor, take the girl. She needs to be questioned too.
Is this how you do it?