Derrick and Bash were taken past the gates and into a busy town. Warrior-dressed women filled the village, strolling around in metal armors, and if not metal— leather.
Who performed all sorts of duties ranging from knitting clothes, blacksmithing, skinning animals, and vice versa.
"Bash," Derrick said. "There are no men here; do you think they will kill us for staining the purity of their land — because you know? That is how it normally is!"
"What!" Bash looked at Derrick in mockery. "You have read too many fairy tales! I don't think they will care about your sex, Derrick!"
"But what if they do," said Derrick with a lack of conviction. "You don't know about them. I don't know about them. So it can be anything!"
Bash, was not able to retort, 'sounds right,' he thought, but he also knew that the assumption might also be wrong.
