"What do you want to do with them?" Rori asked as he motioned a hand towards the several oxfolk they had detained.
Ares stared down at them, rubbing his eyes. He had only just woken up and had only time to splash his face with some water before Rori had come to him with the issue. There were about thirty or so oxfolk that were being kept in the centre, with about a dozen guards circling around them, as well as another dozen a little further out. The group were families, a pair of parents with a handful of children, some older with their own children, some barely even teenagers. Within a family was one of those that had attacked him the night before, and they had a particular deathly glare in their eyes.
