Dal Shabet

- Why don't you focus on your job, Ratislav, on bashing the heads of bad people? Then things wouldn't go missing, and Laust Brightstrider wouldn't lure people onto his territory. You condemn the locals to genocide just because they don't look like you and speak a funny language. Shedding blood? I don't care; I'm interested in the efficiency of the campaign. Chopping the heads of forest spirits, robbing other people's homes, killing other people – who did you make a deal with? A warlord? One of yours had his arm torn off. TORN OFF. AN ARM. How many more people have to suffer? What kind of prisoners are you interested in? Have you ever seen these prisoners? This person could just be another bandit from the road; you can't know that," Amos nodded towards Aurelius. "And now you're going to spill a river of blood somewhere in the wild lands for who knows what.

-Interesting, Amos, what would you say now if I decided to attack Laust? Didn't you notice that it wasn't me who let him into the camp, where he and his people could easily, as he himself hinted, destroy our supplies? It's easy to talk when you've been sitting here all day with a full stomach.
The locals, you keep repeating to me? And I repeat to you: negotiate with them peacefully, or at least offer options on how we can do that. So far, I haven't seen any proposals from you, or any benefit at all, for that matter.
Ratislav paused for a moment, then continued:
-As for everything else, Amos, we will have to go through this city anyway. If there are prisoners there, good; if not, we won't lose anything. As for our campaign to the north... there lived a witch, exactly the evil that I must fight. Our group successfully completed the mission; we received jewels, strange scrolls, and artifacts. Our campaign was a success.
So, Amos," Ratislav finished. "If you don't care about people's lives, then you shouldn't talk about sacrifices at all. Do you want efficiency? What could be more efficient than a quick and unexpected attack on the city? Do you want to negotiate with them peacefully? Offer me something, and I will listen to you. If not... we will simply destroy them.

-A terrible tragedy... the king must certainly be avenged, but how can we do that if this witch single-handedly defeated a detachment of twenty elite knights of Helikgate?

-So, the king is dead? - Ratislav's surprise knew no bounds. - It turns out that this is the very witch whose hut we found in the forest. So, she is really that dangerous. It will be a great feat to rid the world of such terrible evil.

-Here, take this," he threw a bag of trophies at the woman and, a moment later, shot her in the head.

Eh, Alex...