Jareth's stern gaze bore into the butler. "No place in is truly safe or exempt from the war. Not Ryntum, not Barlia, and not Blande either. You wage this war and expect to be safe from it? How laughable."
The butler's voice quivered as he spoke, "Please, sir, I implore you to consider your decision. We're are only the innocent lives who are residing on this island."
"No." The admiral shook his head. "You guys are already aware of our presence in this region. Who knows if you guys would act as eyes for Blande? We better be safe than sorry and take you with us."
The butler's face fell, realizing the futility of his plea. He was aware that trying to fight them would be a pointless thing to do. Reluctantly, he nodded, signalling his compliance.
