"I- I know that, clan head, but these mages are the future pillars of their clans. Losing them here would make large disturbances inside their clans, creating some trouble to us," Forij stuttered before he found the right logic to speak out from.
He was used to doing this all the time, using twisted logic for his benefit, justifying his cause. He usually succeeded in using the clan's interests to his benefit, making even his enemies unable to talk back or refuse his suggestions.
However, this time he was doomed to fail, as he was speaking to the clan head, someone who had already experienced a lot in this life. Obrim looked at him with his one eye, a cold look that caused the atmosphere of this area to drastically change, while he asked in a very calm, very domineering tone:
"Are you saying that mere weak slaves can cause troubles to us?"
