Boral, Mardak. That's the sound of goats.
...What kind of goats have you been around?
Second impression. These are Dothraki that ride the wooden horse across the big salt water. It is known, Count Stone.
Interesting.
They don't look like goats, however.
Third impression. Luther had better get used to this arrangement. Perhaps if he eventually takes a shine to this saucy little number we can give him Joral as a war prize.
Um...sure?
And let's not leave behind essentially a human rights advocate to oversee their imprisonment. That's silly.
Who suggested that?
"Someone we trust" has a million better uses in the middle of a damned war than babysitting a bunch of needy prisoners. These people are going into a oubliette until we can safely implement plans for integration. I'm tired of how needy these dirty savages are becoming. We are fighting a war for our survival. I don't see the recognition that this is an existential threat.
How few people do we have we can trust? How many of them have skills that are useful to the war effort?
Hopefully we can catch up to the Duke soon. Let's bring a large load of oil. People wanted to experiment with gunpowder, but I think fire can substitute well enough.
Agreed...wait, what? Agreed.
Meanwhile, we may as well begin learning Goat-speak. Joral can instruct us, with fighting words like "weak" "scared" "fight" and various insults being a priority.
That's not pandering too much to the dirty savage heathen foreigners?
But I agree.