Expedition: general discussions.

Alex's character was kind.

Barlas turned around. Several young Kamujin were amusing themselves by making slaves put apples on their heads and shooting at them with bows from a distance of ten paces. They shot poorly, their hands trembled, and they often missed.
-- Come on, you milk-drinkers, watch how it's done, -- Barlas said to one of the inept archers. -- Stand forty paces away.

Or he didn't have time, but it's the same thing.