"Okey. What do you want?" Slya asked.
Bjarke shook his head. "I won't say anything until I see your leader."
Slya scowled. "I'm getting tired of trading words with you. I am the leader. If you want anything, then go ahead, and if you don't, then you are free to leave here. We are busy people."
The smile wiped away from Bjarke's face when he realized that she wasn't joking. He straightened. "You really are the leader? The men let you lead them?"
"You can see women in my squad as well," Slya said.
Bjarke waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "You from outside the desert are always strange. Since you are the leader, then I will say this. Surrender right now, and I can promise you your life.
"It won't be easy, but you are all Errant Knights, and we will find some use for you. Unfortunately, your captain has to die because the process of removing memories from her head would be too taxing. But you lots will still get to live. What say you?"
