Nuvaro: "I only have two questions for you. Who sold us out and where are you taking my wife? I would suggest you answer both and I MAY let you live."
Looking horrified, the tip of Nuvaro' s blade pushing on his throat, Amon the Slaver captain gulped big as he prepped to answer as best as he could seeing as how all his members now lie dead on the ground before him. All he could do was stare all round him as he was kneeling in pools of blood that used to be his men. Surrounded by Nuvaro and all his men covered in blood, he seemed to shrink further and further into the ground.
Amon the Slaver: "It was a village girl who was determined to try and win the son of the head of her village or something like that. That was what I was told. And they are being taken to the big capital city two days ride west of here, it houses the largest slavers house in the country. No one knows its actual name anymore; we all just call it "Slave Market" nowadays anyway."
Nuvaro: "Oh, that traitor needs to be damned by the gods for her actions. Could not accept village tradition on the mating ceremony. It failed; the blood magic used failed to produce a pairing so there was nothing more to be said on the matter. Father should have banished her long ago. Now look at where we are. If I have my way, this will never ever happen again."
Amon the Slavers face went white as he just now realized who he had been talking too. Never putting it together the fact that the word "Mate" or "Wife" was used on more than one occasion. As this realization finally sunk in all the way, he slightly lifted his head towards Nuvaro. Trembling in fear the whole time. All he could hope for now was leniency. Despite the fact he had started shaking slightly. He opened his mouth long enough to speak, despite his fear.
Amon the Slaver: "By the Gods, it cannot be. You are the one she kept going on about, aren't you? The one village chief's son."
Nuvaro: "Oh, did that just dawn on you now. You are awfully slow on the uptake as you kept talking as though you had any say here. I am Nuvaro Hact of the Hact clan. I am the only surviving son, and next chief of our village. Of course, you realize taking the next chief's wife is grounds for death, right?"
Amon the Slaver: (Staring up at Nuvaro, a look of absolute dread crossed his face as the reality of his stupidity was catching up to him.) "But…but…you said you would let me live?! I am of a high cast as well."
Nuvaro: "I said MAY let you live. Now that you have given me the information I needed. You die. You think I care that your eyes say you are of a high cast, do not even try to use that on me. Take my mate and expect me to let you live, do not make me laugh. Letting you live would be foolish and stupid. And just thinking you might do this to another family in the mountain villages I am obligated to help to protect just makes me sick to my stomach. I will never forgive myself if another family loses their loved ones. I would be a lousy leader if I let you live. And so, you will finally die here and now, all alone."
Nuvaro raised his eyes to the guards holding him in place and with a curt nod, as he signaled them. The look in Nuvaro' s eyes clearly said, "do not even argue with me."
Pushing his head and upper body forward while on his knees, they stretched him forward as they did, Nuvaro raised his sword and cut off the Amon the Slaver captain's head with one clean stroke. His head bounced a couple of times before coming to a stop. Placing his foot on Amon the Slaver captain's now loose head, he started barking out orders to his troops. And no one had better disobey him. He was a man on a determined mission now. He was never going to let the kidnapping of a woman in the village stand, let alone the fact that it was his very own mate.
Nuvaro: "I want ten of my top warriors lined up and ready to head out with me. That slaver caravan had half a day on us now. I will be following my mate's scent to track her down. Someone please fetch me a carrier bird now. I must inform father."
They all just looked on as he continued his orders with a look his men had never seen before. It was a look that clearly said, "hell would not be safe from him at all". He momentarily looked at two scouts and demanded they bring a messenger hawk used for the village communications. He wrote out what was going on letting his father know of Cedren' s health status as well. Asking him to relay the child status to her family as well. He knew for sure that his father would have word to her family as well in no time. After all the information about the current situation was laid out. They sent the hawk off toward the village. He looked at the men that were ready to stand with him. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be absolute hell to pay. He would take down the whole damn city if he had to get her back. His men looked at him knowing that they would be going into a battle that no opposing man was going to win if that is what it took. He casually walked over to the slaver captain's head, he picked it up and put it in a sack. He would take it with him as a warning to anyone that would try anything similar in the future. With him having two cages and so many men, he must have been a very well-known slaver, so it should not be hard to track them down in Slaver City.