Immediately the womans eyes flashed and though she listened in silence, the massive charger idly strode up to them, the massive beast towering several feet above the men and a mere foot away. Reaching to her side, the General proceeded to draw the viciously curved scimitar at her hip- bringing it downward and placing the blade upon Gerwen's shoulder," Before you even think you will be employed, I will lay down laws for you in turn," she answers coldly, her voice snapping like frost though her smile remains ever-present," First, the moment you arrived in Connlaoth, you were subjected to its laws and thusly, should you break them, you will be treated justly as the law deems." As she spoke, the blade passed over his head slowly resting upon his other shoulder," Additionally, the moment you sign the contract, you will fulfill it even at the cost of the decimation of your company as so many bands before you have." Again, the blade moved, but this time- gently pressed beneath his chin, forcing the man to look her directly in the eye," Lastly, if you are hired, you and your men will be under my command. On the battlefield, elsewhere, that contract is an agreement that sell yourself to me, my word is final... Is this understood, sir?"
Retracting her blade, she idly sheathes her sword, gazing at the men with an expression akin to stone.
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