"I've just remembered why I don't come down here often," he says. "It really is filthy, isn't it? Anyway, I'm glad to see you're up and about, Basileios." He chuckles to himself. "You see, although Vanya asked me to leave you in the ground to die, I just couldn't do it—not without knowing what you're worth."
"And what do you think I'm worth?" you manage to ask.
"That depends who you talk to," says Utrio, "but I've heard there's another tribe of steppe-people approaching the city. They're led by a warlord of some kind, and he's looking for you, Basileios. I've sent word that you're here, and I think he'll be willing to pay handsomely. It'll be a shame to part ways with you—you've been a most profitable investment. But I expect we'll meet once more to transfer you to your next owner. You might want to think of some choice words to say to me on that occasion—they will almost certainly be your last."
As Utrio and his guards leave, Drazha looks at you expectantly. "What shall we do, Basileios?"