"Enough with the mischief here, you need not pay me if you don't want to. With respect to your father, I'll let you go if you give me an arm."
The middle-aged man's jest filled Baron Katelai with icy dread. One creditor was asking for an arm—how many pieces did so many creditors want to take off him?
Regrettably, these guys were not joking. When they said they'd have an arm, they meant it.
As for respect to his father, it might work a little. But that would not cross interests, else the good relationship would fall short.
"Sir Roman, my arm is not that valuable. You guys venture deep into the Orc Empire to catch slaves, with so much effort and risk, not just for revenge, right?
Though I cannot give cash, I do have ironware to offset the debt. These goods are valuable everywhere.
All you need to do is transport them back to the Northland, then use or trade them without worrying about being stuck with them.
