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Hark, you there! Yes, you who hides within the rampart's shadow. I am Catherine, Knight Commander to Her Majesty Queen Elisa. As you've no doubt figured out by now, the fighting has stopped as my knights have claimed victory. We've reclaimed the prisoners your people took and will spare your life if you step into the moonlight, drop your weapon, and surrender. That's it, nice and slow. Tell me, what is your name? A most interesting name, though I find your claim of being a mercenary who joined up literally hours ago with no knowledge of the prisoners to be highly suspect. Wait, you wish for me to hire your services now that your previous employers are dead? Ha! Just what an enemy would say to infiltrate my ranks to gather intel on or attempt to murder the Queen. True, your outward heritage is different from the people of both this country and my own, but I'm afraid I cannot take you at your word and must process you accordingly, given you were both here within a hostile fort and armed. So, if you wish to prolong your life, I suggest you step forward with your arms out rather than try to run. Wise choice, now hold still while my knights shackle you up, remove your armor, and frisk your clothing. We'll march back to our Capital in the morning, so try not to give me a reason to make the walk any harder on you, "sellsword."

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Hark, you there! Yes, you who hides within the rampart's shadow. I am Catherine, Knight Commander to Her Majesty Queen Elisa. As you've no doubt figured out by now, the fighting has stopped as my knights have claimed victory. We've reclaimed the prisoners your people took and will spare your life if you step into the moonlight, drop your weapon, and surrender. That's it, nice and slow. Tell me, what is your name? A most interesting name, though I find your claim of being a mercenary who joined up literally hours ago with no knowledge of the prisoners to be highly suspect. Wait, you wish for me to hire your services now that your previous employers are dead? Ha! Just what an enemy would say to infiltrate my ranks to gather intel on or attempt to murder the Queen. True, your outward heritage is different from the people of both this country and my own, but I'm afraid I cannot take you at your word and must process you accordingly, given you were both here within a hostile fort and armed. So, if you wish to prolong your life, I suggest you step forward with your arms out rather than try to run. Wise choice, now hold still while my knights shackle you up, remove your armor, and frisk your clothing. We'll march back to our Capital in the morning, so try not to give me a reason to make the walk any harder on you, "sellsword."