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-I completely agree with Aurelius, - agreed Ratislav. -We cannot call these savages "civilized." They are dangerous, aggressive creatures. The expedition, if you haven't noticed, is progressing quite successfully. Everyone is alive, Adrian will arrive with the antidote soon, and they will be healthy too. We know the approximate location of the ruins. And the path to them is blocked by the city of the natives, which we must pass through. Don't want to shed blood? Then go and negotiate with them to hand over our prisoners and let us pass.
- You should be doing your own job, Ratislav, - bashing the heads of bad people. Then things wouldn't be stolen from anyone, and Laust Brightstrider wouldn't lure people onto their territory. You are condemning the local people to genocide just because they don't look like you and speak a funny language. Shed blood? I don't care, I'm interested in the effectiveness of the campaign. Chopping the heads of forest spirits, robbing other people's homes, killing other people - who did you make a contract with? A warlord? One of yours had his arm torn off. TORN OFF. AN ARM. How many more people have to suffer? What prisoners are you interested in? Have you ever seen these prisoners? This person might just be another bandit from the highway, you can't know that, - Amos nodded towards Aurelius. - And now you will spill a river of blood somewhere in the wild lands for who knows what.
But you know what else I see? - Mearef tried to speak so that the others wouldn't hear him. - I see that half of them are ready to stab me in the back at the first opportunity. - Some can be controlled to some extent by their sense of honor, others with the help of money, but there are also those with whom it will not be so easy to find common ground. But if you are willing to help me...
- I am ready to help you to the best of my ability, Mearef. Because when people lose their heads, they do stupid things.
To be honest, Amos was quite surprised by what was said. Outwardly, Mearef, although greenish, did not show any signs that he might be worried about such or any other things.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.