Snippet #1735423

"A noble offer" said Rion, keeping his eyes on the sorceress, "But one I cannot allow at this time. For one, I will need you when I go before the king, to request more men. I doubt you are the first sailor to be taken by the witch but you are the first one we've rescued and your testimony may convince the king to listen to me. For another, the witch is still free and may chose to attempt something on you or the maid. You will both come with me, although she will be allowed to leave out company at the border."

The matter was settled and the regent duke would stand for no further arguments (even though the maid herself had yet to speak up). Turning, the centaur lead the way along the beach and back up the cliffs, his guards marching behind the two newcomers, making sure that they didn't bolt off into the distance or try some sort of magic spell.

"So what do you call yourself" he said, once they had gained the top of the cliff and he could turn around to look at the sorceress again, "We can't keep calling you maid."