Kirl crossed her arms, but she would be ready for a fight if it came. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "Do you know what I think? I think that you, sir, are wrong," Kirl said. "Sure, sure, you may be strong of body, strong of mind, and strong of will, and those people that you were sent to hunt, they may have been physically weak, they may not have been the smartest, but, gods, they had will. Just because they were weak in some aspects, they were very strong in others. They were most likely good people. They may have had a family, and people they loved, and people who loved them. They were strong in will, in their moral code. You lack that. And as far as I can tell, you lack what those people had, all that is good. You capture, and even kill, innocent people to make a living. I cannot see how anyone could do that and be content. You take innocent lives to get a little coin in your pocket. And I don't just mean killing slaves, I mean when you capture them and take them back to masters who are cruel and ruthless, you may as well have been destroying their lives."