Lyan and his companions gathered in the castle's war room, the tension palpable as they discussed the fate of the two surviving mountain barbarian women. The room, adorned with maps and charts detailing Grafen and its surrounding territories, seemed almost too serene for the gravity of the conversation. The air was thick with a mix of curiosity and unease as the group debated how best to handle the situation.
Josephine leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the wooden table. Her eyes were sharp, calculating. "These women could have valuable information," she said, her voice low and thoughtful. "They were part of the attack, and they might know more about other barbarian tribes or any plans against Grafen."
Alina nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "But how do we get them to talk? They're loyal to their people and might not be willing to share anything easily."
