"Stolen?" Vol said. "You accuse me of stealing, do you? No. I merely took what wandered towards me, and I intend to keep it."
"You have her?" The chief said, catching on to what Vol had said.
He shrugged. The majority of his men had seen her by now. Indeed, just minutes before she'd been standing on the other side of the wagon – the Gods only knew where she'd gotten to now, though. "I have her. My property, as I see."
"But, she was a gift for the Earl…" the chief said. "Not from us. From A powerful man by the same of Kallen – you'd be making enemies of him, as well as the Earl Brighteyes if you were to take her. Not only that, you would be condemning me."
