[h1]Lorea[/h1]
[h2]Eastern plains[/h2]

Evening. The sun was setting, the sky turned a reddish orange where once it had been clear and blue. The air was thick with smells of grass and horses, as well as the fires burning around the camp. The party of warriors had settled down for the night, a small spot of light in a sea of darkness. Sounds of quiet conversation mingled with the soft breathing and neighing of the horses, and a lone singer carried a tune throughout the gathered crowd, but apart from that all was silent.

Sparrow sat looked at the fire, poking at it with a stick. She could feel Alvors gaze upon her from across the flames, but didn't meet his gaze. She knew what was coming, and it frustrated her. Lord or not, he could be quite bothersome at times. Besides, she didn't feel like speaking. Then again, she reckoned she'd have to before the night was over. Finally he broke the building tension.

"You do not agree with my decision today." he said. For once it was not a question. She still did not meet his gaze.

"I do not." she replied.

"What did you not agree with?" [i]There you go.[/i] He just couldn't help himself. Sparrow closed her eyes and took a deep breath before answering.

"I do not think we should have let them go without paying." She thrust hard at the burning logs, sending up a crackling little cloud of sparks.

"I do not understand. As I recall, they did pay us." he droned. She grimaced at that.

"In silver, yes."

"Then I do not understand what it is that upsets you." But she knew that he knew all too well. He would have her spell it out non the less.

She put the stick in the fire, put her hands on her knees and looked him right in the eyes. His face was calm, searching. She was aware that others were listening now, but did not care. Let them hear her question him. Let them hear her speak the truth they all knew too well. She was his second, and as such the only one who could do it. Damn it, it was her duty.

"It was not sufficient, Alvor. They got away too cheap."

"But they did not have more to spare. You were there, Sparrow. You heard their master." As if she hadn't.

"They should have paid in blood, then."

He frowned. "Even after giving us what silver they could spare?"

She was losing her temper now. "Yes! As I said, it was not enough! First they disrespect our land and people by not paying homage and toll, as is customary. Then, when caught red handed, they moan about not having enough, further solidifying their position. We were righteous in our claim, and would have been righteous still to demand more of them! They will not respect us in the future if they can get away with slights such as this!"

More people were watching and listening now. She knew that many of the warriors agreed with her. She had heard the disappointed murmurs when they'd left the caravan behind without even half the bounty they'd set out to get. Alvor was silent a long time before he replied, a frown still on his face.

"Righteous, yes. But would we have been gracious?"

"Gracious?" she spat, "Why would we want to be graci-" He held up his hand, and she quit speaking in an instant.

"Let me finish." he said, now speaking not only to her but to all the nearby listeners, "Lady Aurelia teaches justice and harshness against those that are wicked, yes. But does she not also teach mercy and forgiveness against those who fail us?"

"I do not see how that is of any concern to us now." Sparrow retorted with a snort.

"Then let me put it like this. The master of the caravan was new to his trade. He has not come this way before and has not met us before. He might have known of the toll and our customs, but may also not have known how to, or where to, find us. If we had taken our due in blood today, what would he have learned? What news would he have given his countrymen back east? Perhaps that we are ruthless barbarians who steal and kill. What might he instead have learned from our mercy today? Hopefully that we Loreans are hard but fair in our dealings with others, and that paying the toll is worth the price. Do you understand my meaning?"

She tried to hold his gaze, but couldn't. She was still frustrated, but not because she didn't agree with him. He was right; he was always right, damnit, and now he'd made her make a fool of herself in front of all the others. Then again, many of the gathered seemed to shared her thoughts as they too looked away in shame or quiet contemplation.

"Yes" she admitted, "I understand your meaning."

He nodded and smiled. "This pleases me. Now, as they've payed the toll and homage, we are obliged to guide and protect them for as long as they tread our soil. Sparrow, I want you to take a dozen riders and intercept the caravan once more. Offer your services to them and speak for them when they encounter the other tribes. Return to Neme once you've seen them on their way."

[i]Not letting me off easy, are you?[/i] "Yes, my lord. Your will be done."