(Dread's Fist)

Dread shook his head, "War boats. These are not boats for carrying nets and ice. You can put war machines on them. And I have enough to launch your men into anyones front door, well, actually... I guess that'd be the back door... but that isn't the point. We came from the South, all the way around those harsh waters and I need to pay my men, and the ships take a hefty repair cost, too. I can't do both without a job for my guys. You don't seem to realize just what kind of a price we're talking. I am talking maybe even a third of the Bullis it takes to construct those beasts." Dread crosses his arms and sighs, raising an eyebrow. "Let's get this over with; this is one of my men," he continued as the soldier gave a boastful grin, "it'd take you ten soldiers just to smack him, we don't have just any skirmisher follow us, these men could take down a Giant... if... given the time... and they didn't get too fatigued, maybe. I'm Dread, leader of Dread's Fist. Now, formalities are over. Do you want an army of siege ships ready to demolish walls or are we gonna have to find a little village to prey on? My men are already outside your castle by my order, consider it a gesture of goodwill, as in... I played nice and told my guys not to have an advantage with being within the walls. Let's just talk to the guy. He'd be giving my men their pay and he'd be getting warships, it's a win win. Oh and... he stays with me." He pointed at his soldier friend by raising his arm upwards by the elbow and pointing with the thumb. Even with the obscure dialect (ignoring the speech used), it truly sounded less insulting and more, 'this will benefit everyone... the sooner the better.'